The CEO’s Obsession: Layla, You’re Not Allowed to Die
Just then, a sharp whistle pierced the air and the kids scattered in all directions.
A moment later, a figure in a black hoodie stepped out from the shadows.
“That’s her, Yuna,” Levi said, pausing before adding deliberately, “She’s a girl.”
Only then did William take a closer look.
Despite the close-cropped buzz cut, she had a gentle, feminine face, with soft, refined features.
The contrast was jarring.
This was Yuna? A top-tier operative in a world-renowned international organization? She looked barely twenty—like a sharp, androgynous teenage girl, not someone with a fearsome reputation.
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