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Chapter Seventy Eight The File

作者: Spli_vena
last update 公開日: 2026-03-24 05:01:03

It started with a number that did not belong.

Damian had been at his desk at Greystone since seven that morning. The quarter close was in two weeks and there were three reports that needed his sign off before Friday. He was not thinking about Camila. He was not thinking about the cliff walk story or Jordan's phone call or the way he had stood in the kitchen doorway two nights ago looking at a woman he did not fully recognise. He was thinking about a discrepancy in a subsidiary account that his
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Lilys
Even if he decide to expose her deeds in the end, he would still stick with her through thin and thick and wait for her ..
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Lilys
Would he try to cover for her after all she had saved his life before and he had left his marriage to be with her ? It wouldn’t be a surprise..
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Kathryn
When is he going to take action against his psychopath girlfriend?.
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