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Chapter 32 - : The Unmasking
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... ll button, his throat dry as desert sand. Across the table, Ye Chen's phone buzzed insistently. For a heartbeat, time froze—the hum of the restaurant's chandeliers, the clink of silverware, even Bai Hanyan's faint perfume seemed to hang suspended in air.
"Hang up," Wei hissed, his voice cracking. "Can't you see I'm—"
Ye Chen raised the phone to his ear.
" Wei."
Simultaneously, Wei's trembling hand pressed send. A tinny "Hello?" echoed from both devices.
We ...
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