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CHAPTER NINETY SEVEN
Author: ERO HAY
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Devin sat in his study, unable to keep his mind from going haywire as thoughts presented themselves one after the other.

The mansion was still and quiet, like the calm after a storm, as it had almost been a week since the unfortunate incident with Viper, and everything had been restored to its original form.

Thing was, with everything going on, he couldn’t find it in him to rest. Something much bigger was at play here, he knew it.

His phone started to ring on the table, and he peeked at the caller ID.

Petra Knight.

Sighing, he picked the call.

"Petra.” He said, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Please tell me you have something, anything.”

“Oh, darling.” Her sultry voice flowed through the phone like honey. “You missed me, didn't you?"

Devin wasn’t moved.

"I asked for answers, not attitude."

"Well, it’s a combination you get to enjoy." He could hear her sipping something on the other end. "But I'll give you what you want first. Then we can talk about your undying lov
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