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chapter 38: Cross's Counteroffer

Author: Noura writes
last update publish date: 2026-03-06 22:57:59

Schaffer called back the next morning.

Rachel answered. Put it on speaker immediately.

"Ms. Cohen. I have a revised offer. My client wants to try again."

"We're not interested."

"Please. Hear me out. This is different."

Rachel looked at me. I nodded.

"Fine. You have two minutes."

"Julian Cross will provide complete testimony. Every Covenant member. Every operation. Every crime committed over thirty years. Names. Dates. Locations. Evidence. Everything."

"We already have that information."

"You h
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