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CHAPTER 79: FLIGHT TO PARIS

Author: Silverling
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-11-01 03:52:59

ELARA'S POV

The deep, continuous hum of the jet's twin engines vibrated beneath the plush leather floorboards, a rhythmic lullaby that did nothing to soothe the electric static hanging in the cabin. High above the Atlantic Ocean, thirty-five thousand feet in the dark night sky, the Vespera private jet cut through the clouds toward France.

The private VIP lounge of the aircraft was a sanctuary of cream leather, polished mahogany, and soft ambient lighting. Yet, despite the vastness of the cabin,
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