Chapter 144
Author: Dashing Star
last update2026-10-14 22:09:58
The sirens and flashing cameras faded behind them as the convoy pulled away from the airport. Behind them on the tarmac, Donald was still clawing at his throat on live television, unable to squeeze out a single word. Inside the black SUV, Seraphina looked at the city passing by the window.

"He won't be talking for at least three days, will he?" Seraphina asked, a faint smirk playing on her lips.

Dustin adjusted the cuffs of his shirt, his expression calm and steady. "His vocal cords need a rest.
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