My Ex-wife is a Hidden Heiress!
The office air was stale and Seryne’s morning bustle distanced by a frosted window had become a low hum but Eleanor’s face dogged me, a warm smile at a conference years ago, you’re brilliant, Patel, use it for good, a frayed lash of failure now.
The door squeaked open, and we jumped, Valenticia entered, pulling back her inky hair, a jade comb glinting, her eyes full of fury and determination that held me down in my chair. My heart thud; I could feel fear spiking—she was Eleanor’s echo, ardent, unyielding, a presence that unfolded from my poky office. “Dr. Patel,” she began, her voice low, a blade sharpened on betrayal, “you knew Marrow. What’s Lazareth?” Her question tore through my defenses
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