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Chapter 77: Break

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Adrian was pacing the length of the Persian rug like a caged predator, his stride long, uneven, and fraught with a restless, explosive energy. His large hand gripped his phone so tightly the plastic casing creaked under the immense pressure of his palm. His dark gray cotton shirt was stretched taut over his broad shoulders, shifting uncomfortably against the thick white bandage wrapped tightly around his bicep, the place where he had taken a bullet for her in the Sterling boardroom just hours b
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