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... Quinlan walked unhurriedly.
All the way, she was still looking down, responding to messages.
Her composed demeanor seemed as if she were waiting for someone.
When she reached the roadside, a black Buick swiftly stopped in front of her.
The car door opened, but the person inside didn’t get out. A pair of sharp eyes stared at Nathalie’s face, creating a palpable sense of pressure in the air.
"Ms. Quinlan, I’m Riandy Heburn. Can we talk?"
The Heburn ...
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