“If he even tries to drag me into this… he will never see our child again!” Furtiza whispered firmly, her eyes tightly shut as she leaned against the muscular arms of the man who had been with her all night. Her body still felt the warmth of the night, but the fire of anger burning in her chest was far stronger. The man gently kissed her shoulder, as if unwilling to let her go. But Furtiza quickly stood up and began putting on her clothes. “I’ll be leaving now… I have something important to take care of,” Furtiza said coldly yet firmly, as if each word carried weight. “Okay…” the man replied briefly, exhaling thick smoke out of the slightly open window without even looking at her. Behind his calm demeanor, there seemed to be a hint of doubt. Furtiza’s steps were quiet but heavy as she walked out of the room. Meanwhile, at the police station, Erick sat rigidly, holding his forehead, sweating despite the cold surroundings. “So, Mr. Monteroso, I’ll ask you again… where did you take
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