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... g her hands on the table, eyes narrowed as she looked at Amber Whitman.
Although she was smiling, the smile did not reach her eyes. Instead, a coldness seeped into her bones.
She spoke with a smile, her tone as chilling as a snake crawling out from Purgatory.
"Amber Whitman, whatever tricks you want to play, I’m game. But you shouldn’t have touched my manuscript. My work is what I value most, and you’d better pray I don’t find evidence. Otherwise, I’ll make sure everyone ...
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