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... “Click, click, click,” the pointed sound of high heels echoed through the room as they hit the floor.
The door was pushed open, and Isabella Foster, with a handkerchief over her mouth and nose, strolled in gracefully.
The room was in complete disorder.
Peter Aria was standing against the wall, veins popping out on his neck and back of his hand as though he was forcibly enduring some kind of pain.
At his feet lay a woman, her clothes in disarray, surrounded by frag ...
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