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Chapter 77:Emma Sterling

作者: Noura writes
last update 公開日: 2026-04-12 07:14:29

Elena called back the next morning with a correction.

"I made a mistake. There are two Emma Sterlings. The one in Manhattan works in finance. But Gregory Sterling's daughter is different. Emma Sterling, age thirty, lives in Boston. Works as an artist."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. I mixed up the records. Common name. But I have the right one now. Gregory's daughter moved to Boston ten years ago. Right after he died. She's been there ever since."

"Send me her information."

"Already did. But Aria, this E
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