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Chapter 27

Autor: Rejoice Ezeh
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-29 13:53:51

Osborne's POV

The phone rang just as I was rubbing my temples for what felt like the hundredth time that morning.

"Sir, I have the footage," my security contact said the moment I picked up. "It shows the young woman getting into the vehicle outside the club, exactly as described."

"Good. What about the plates?"

There was a pause, the kind that usually meant bad news was coming. "That's the problem, sir. We ran the plate number visible in the footage. It doesn't match any registered vehicle in t
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