Chapter 168
Author: Adewale
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The rooftop restaurant buzzed with the quiet murmur of wealthy patrons. The clanking of silverware against porcelain provided a polite background noise to the absolute hostility radiating from their booth.

Chloe took a measured sip of her wine and placed the glass back on the table. She looked at him with an expression of complete triumph, expecting him to beg or surrender his entire life to save his sister.

Ethan stared across the table while feeling a deep surge of protectiveness over Mira. S
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