The CEO’s Regret: My Ex-Wife is the Hidden Tycoon
Selene whispered, a single tear of blood tracing down her cheek from the pressure, "I won't be able to come back. I'll be a ghost in his machine forever."
"Selene, no," I said, reaching for her. "We just found each other."
"Then let's make it count, sister," Selene said, a sad, beautiful smile touching her lips.
She stepped away from the boat and walked toward the Retrievers. As she moved, she began to sing. It wasn't a song I knew, but a sequence of tones—the original Vance-Thorne encryption nursery rhyme we had been taught as children, separated by an ocean.
The red light on my wrist turned to a steady, calm green. The heat vanished. The pressure in my chest lifted.
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