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Chapter 79

Penulis: Michy Gaza
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-06-03 20:22:50

The intruder had been secured. Disarmed. Muzzled.

They kept him in a small surveillance interrogation suite outfitted for events exactly like this, padded walls, zero recording devices, biometric scanners for ID.

Asher stood outside the door for half a minute, staring at his own reflection in the black glass panel.

What the hell had he done?

He hadn’t meant to react like that.

He hadn’t meant to touch him like that.

He hadn’t meant to show a single goddamn thing.

But instinct had overridden him. The moment he saw the figure charge, there’d been no calculation, no measured response, no “asset protection” procedure.

It had been Luca.

And Asher’s body had simply moved.

Like it always used to.

Like it never stopped wanting to.

Fuck.

Inside the room, the man was handcuffed to the steel chair.

Average build. No distinguishing marks. Civilian clothing.

The smoke canisters had been homemade, non lethal but designed to stir panic and confusion. A diversion, not a full scale attack.

That was wh
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