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Chapter 167: The Medical Research Guy
Author: Nathan Emorey
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The sound of tires on gravel shattered the moment like a hammer hitting glass.

Adrian didn't pull away slowly. He didn't look annoyed. His reaction was instantaneous. Biological.

His head snapped toward the driveway. His pupils dilated. His body went from relaxed to combat-ready in a nanosecond. It was as if his blood had been replaced with live electric currents.

Three black SUVs had pulled up to the front gate. They were sleek, expensive, and tinted. They didn't look like family cars. They lo
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