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Geometrical Instability.-part1
Author: Phenomenal.
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Lorenzo watched the elevator door seal shut, the hum of its descent echoing through the empty foyer of the penthouse.

He didn't waste a second. He had given his word to Vivian’s grandfather to keep her safe, and in Lorenzo's world, a promise wasn't a casual favor—it was a contractual vow.

He walked back into the guest suite, grabbed his light coat, and headed straight for the private lift. By the time Vivian’s sleek, red two-seater convertible pulled out of the Grand Horizon gates, Lorenzo was
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