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... ny feeding information to Yifan?" My voice is sharp, and controlled, though my fists clench under the table.
"Yes."
"And why should I believe you?"
Riley doesn’t waste time beating around the bush or small talks. Instead, she slides a photo across the table, her manicured nails tapping it lightly. I glance down—and feel the blood in my veins ignite.
It’s a picture of my garage in America. The place no one should have access to except me.
My jaw tightens as ...
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