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CHAPTER SIXTEEN

作者: Inkbyjane
last update publish date: 2026-06-03 18:53:50
Jane's POV

I had successfully scrambled the digital signature on the server, but as I stepped back into the quiet hallway of the residential wing, the illusion of safety shattered completely.

​I was running out of hiding places in this house.

​Before I could even reach the door to my room to change, a sharp voice cut through the corridor, stopping me dead in my tracks.

​"There she is. The little street rat finally crawled out of the walls."

​I turned slowly. Victoria stood at the inter
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