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... p> The cold London air brushed against my face as I stepped outside the airport, my eyes scanning the crowded area until I spotted him.
Henry—or should I say, Liberty.
Dressed in a sleek black suit, his posture exuding confidence, he looked like a man untouchable by the world.
I smirked, walking up to him. "Alright, Mr. Liberty, you look extravagant."
He chuckled, adjusting his cuffs. "Well, Samuel, you better call me Liberty there because I don't know any Katerin ...
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