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Chapter 122 : Forty-Eight Hours
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The drive back to the safe house felt longer than usual.

Traffic crawled. Horns sounded. People argued in the streets. Life moved like nothing was wrong.

But inside Richard’s head, everything felt louder.

Sean’s voice replayed again and again.

Forty-eight hours.

He parked. Took a breath. Went inside.

Victor looked up first.

“You saw him.”

Richard nodded.

Andrew straightened.

“How bad?”

Richard took off his jacket slowly.

“He didn’t threaten. He didn’t shout. He didn’t show off. That’s what make
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