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Chapter 45 Matteo

Author: SammiJo Hewitt
last update publish date: 2026-01-23 08:27:02

Nonno never called me during an operation unless something was wrong.

So when his name flashed across my screen, I already knew.

“Dimmi,” I answered.

“She’s gone,” he said. “Isolde. She escaped.”

A cold curse slipped out. “How?”

“She faked a medical emergency. Knocked out the nurse. Slipped out through the service exit. We’re sweeping the grounds, but she’s long gone.”

Of course she was. Isolde was reckless, but she wasn’t stupid.

“I’ll handle it,” I said, ending the call.

I immediately dialed
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