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Chapter Sixty-Sixty: The Hidden Queen

作者: Zainab
last update publish date: 2025-11-30 16:09:15

(Isabella’s POV)

I stared at the drone footage on the screen, my mind refusing to accept what my eyes were seeing. Marcus Thorne. The Swiss banker. The man whose reputation we had just set on fire. He was not supposed to be here, in the middle of nowhere in Nebraska, shaking hands with the ghost who had betrayed my family.

The pieces of the puzzle in my head shifted, and a new, terrible picture began to form. Thorne was not just a tool that Bianchi used. He was a willing partner. A high-l
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