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216. It'd Be Fun!
Author: Author Promise
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At that moment, Eddie was completely lost. He did not know what to say, nor did he have the faintest clue who had truly tried to kill Aria.

When he arrived earlier, all he had seen was Franco standing with his back to the wall. Eddie had quickly seized that chance to shine, hoping to use it to his advantage.

It had all started when Mrs. Thompson called Franco, then dialed Eddie immediately after. She begged him to send his men to her side, as her daughter was barely hanging on.

At first, Eddie
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