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CHAPTER 109: THE SOURCE

Penulis: Kehinde Rachael
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-17 05:32:51

BELLA’S POV

Marcus replied in four minutes.

I was still in the sitting room, the conversation continuing around me — my mother and Elaine finding the specific warm register of two women who were too socially skilled to be openly uncomfortable with each other, Richard talking to Dominic in the low contained way of two men who had a history and were managing it in public.

I looked at my phone under the chair’s arm.

What do you mean Richard knew about the enclosed garden.

I typed: He came directly
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