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Chapter 30
Author: Gem
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Reika’s boots clicked against the cold concrete as she strode through the dimly lit alley. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, darted from shadow to shadow, scanning the surroundings with a practiced precision.

She’d been tracking Davion for days, and every lead had brought her closer. Her patience had worn thin, her temper had flared a few times, but it was all part of the game. She wasn’t here for vengeance. She wasn’t here for any personal reasons at all. No, she was here for the job. And the job had a price tag—fifty million crypto.

Fifty million. That number had been rolling around in her mind like a song she couldn’t shake. It had become an obsession, a lure, a magnet that pulled her closer to the target with each passing hour. She would get him. She would collect her reward.

They had traced Davion to a small, rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city—a perfect hiding spot. When the intel came in, it seemed too good to be true. Kael had been more than eager to rush in. Reika,
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