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Chapter 159: The Message That Did Not Sound Like Him

作者: Penella
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-22 13:36:26

My hands trembled as I opened Zane’s message. I expected reassurance. I expected an update about Marcus. I expected anything that would soften the nightmare unfolding around us.

Instead I read:

Come and meet me. I found evidence. I need to show you. Come to the old warehouse near the docks. Come now.

For a moment, I simply stared at the words, convinced my eyes were playing tricks on me.

Come now? Leave the house to an abandoned building?

My pulse hammered against my ribs. Only a few hours ago, Zane had told me in that urgent voice of his not to leave the penthouse under any circumstances. Not to pick up calls. Not to trust anyone. He practically carved the warnings into my skin with how serious he sounded.

Now he wanted me to come to one of the most unsafe parts of the city?

I read the message again. And again. My heart sank deeper with every pass.

Something was wrong.

I typed back quickly.

Zane this does not sound safe. You told me to stay home. What is happening.

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