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Chapter 11: The Calculated Confrontation
Author: Jamiu
last update2026-06-22 17:40:02

Some ghosts do not return to haunt you; they return to take everything you stole.

The absolute silence that slammed into the corporate lobby was louder than any explosion. For a long, agonizing moment, the clicking of cameras through the exterior glass stopped. The federal agents paused, their hands frozen over open file cabinets. Chloe stood in the center of the marble floor, her breathing completely suspended. Her mind fractured into a thousand useless pieces as she stared at the man walking
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