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... Samson shot back, his voice a mixture of disbelief and irritation.
At that, Tryson’s expression darkened, his fingers tightening slightly around the phone. A cold, dangerous silence stretched between them.
"What did you just say?" Tryson asked, his voice sharp with disbelief.
His grip tightened around the phone as his jaw clenched, his pulse quickening at Samson’s words.
"Yes, Tryson. And besides, I told you from the very beginning that I didn’t want to do this. ...
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