Chapter 172 Waiting for him

KIMORA

Nine o’clock came and went.

By half past, I was already pacing, slippers whispering against the rug in the same restless circuit.

At ten, I checked the drawer again, scarves, handbag, even under the mattress, as if the flash drive might reappear out of sheer desperation. Nothing.

Matteo h...

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