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... urned off.
Sophia Lowell was gasping from exhaustion.
If Zane Sterling hadn’t messed with her so viciously last night, her legs wouldn’t be this worn out.
Her hands were shaking violently as she nervously opened Faye Ellison’s WhatsApp and tried to start a video call; Faye had just left not long ago, so he must still be at the hospital.
She watched as the man ran up the stairs from below, and he let out a cold laugh, "Where do you think you’re going?"
Soph ...
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