Chapter 27

 

 

 

 

 The study felt like a war zone.

 

 

 Richard Voss stood behind his massive oak desk, knuckles white as he gripped the edge, his face twisted in a mixture of rage, disbelief, and deep, gut--wrenching betrayal. Sophia leaned against the bookshelf, arms crossed, her eyes gleaming with vicious ...

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