Chapter 165
Author: Pen thinker
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And knowing all of this, understanding how valuable and important Raymond had become to her future plans and her own safety in an increasingly dangerous world, it would be absolutely wrong and potentially suicidal for her to start carelessly dishing out information concerning Raymond's contact details or whereabouts.

She had no way of knowing what these people were planning to do to him if they managed to track him down, but given the level of rage and desperation she was witnessing in this mas
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