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Chapter Thirty-one: The Partnership

Author: Erym
last update publish date: 2026-06-15 03:55:27

Zara’s POV

The elevator descends in heavy silence. Valerio stands beside me, shoulders squared, eyes fixed on the glowing floor numbers. The professional mask is back in full force this morning, with a crisp dark suit, a perfectly knotted tie, and a controlled expression. But I can feel the tension radiating from him. The same tension that has followed us from the hotel suites to the car and now into this small, mirrored space.

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