10: Black
Author: Scooley
last update2025-11-12 03:36:30

LIAM CROSS

I couldn’t understand why Victor still refused to give me the names of those people, It made no sense. I was more than ready to sit down with them one-on-one and have a proper conversation. I wanted to know who they were, what kind of people had the audacity to threaten Victor. Who did they think they were, moving in the shadows and pulling strings like they can control everyone?

But Victor kept his mouth shut. No matter how many times I asked, he brushed me off or changed the subject. I didn’t get it.

Why tell me at all if he wasn’t going to let me in on the truth? He was the one who confessed that some higher-ups had threatened him, but then he refused to explain further. It was like he wanted to unburden himself without actually solving anything.

But I had other plans. If Victor refused to give me the names of the people I asked for, then I would find out on my own. I didn’t care how difficult it would be, I was determined. I just wanted to know who was involved, who th
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  • 10: Black

    LIAM CROSS I couldn’t understand why Victor still refused to give me the names of those people, It made no sense. I was more than ready to sit down with them one-on-one and have a proper conversation. I wanted to know who they were, what kind of people had the audacity to threaten Victor. Who did they think they were, moving in the shadows and pulling strings like they can control everyone?But Victor kept his mouth shut. No matter how many times I asked, he brushed me off or changed the subject. I didn’t get it.Why tell me at all if he wasn’t going to let me in on the truth? He was the one who confessed that some higher-ups had threatened him, but then he refused to explain further. It was like he wanted to unburden himself without actually solving anything.But I had other plans. If Victor refused to give me the names of the people I asked for, then I would find out on my own. I didn’t care how difficult it would be, I was determined. I just wanted to know who was involved, who th

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