Chapter 250
Author: Cy Pen
last update2026-02-25 23:24:25
At that moment, upon hearing David's confident declaration that he would personally handle everything, that was when Nikki turned to him with her eyes still glistening with fresh tears, grabbing his arm slightly as she said with desperate urgency, “David, I am very, very worried about all of this - more worried than I can even properly explain to you right now!”

Her voice trembled as she continued, “They are absolutely not going to allow you inside that restricted area, and you need to underst
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