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Chapter 11: Mr. Bolton's esteemed guest
Author: Life_Of_Mid
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Impossible!

Sara thought inwardly as she gripped the steering wheel of the car she was in tightly.

The Bolton family was the overlord of Riverdale, their authority absolute.

For its patriarch, Caleb Bolton, to act so respectfully towards Alistair was unimaginable.

There was no way what she was seeing was real.

If she weren't so far away, she would've reached out and wrenched the man around herself, just to see if it really was him.

Noticing Sara's sudden stop and her stunned expression, Tristan asked worriedly. “Sara, you okay?... You look like you've seen a ghost.”

Recalling she wasn't alone, Sara quickly turned to Tristan, her breathing uneven. “Did you see that?”

“See what?” Tristan asked with a raised brow.

“Look in your rearview mirror. The person across from Mr. Bolton… is that Alistair?”

Sara's voice was urgent, tinged with slight panic.

Tristan frowned, then glanced at the rearview mirror, but saw nothing.

He asked suspiciously. “Sara, are you seeing things? It's empty.”

He
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