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... alf an hour later, Nathan Moore received a call from his assistant.
"President, there is no news of the madam leaving City B, and moreover, there are no flight, train, or long-distance bus tickets booked in the past three days."
"Got it." Three indifferent words, like Nathan Moore’s chilly handsome face, not a trace of warmth.
Ewan Zimmerman muttered to himself as he watched the screen go black.
"The sun must have risen from the northwest. Why would a perfectly fi ...
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