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“ I don't care where she went, I don't care why she left, I don't care who helped her. I want every airport, every motel, every taxi, every camera, every street, if someone sold her water, I want their name. If someone gave her directions, I want their face. If someone looked at her for more than five seconds, I want them right in front of me.”
I lift my head, “When you find her, don't touch her. “
Everyone looks confused, “Let her be, I will deal with my wife.”
Dmitry steps from one foot to another.
A smile touches my lips, it’s cruel, cold, “From this moment, Roxana Kozlov is no longer my wife.”
The entire room watches wide-eyed: “She is now my prey.”
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