Chapter 191 Tracing the Syndicate Origin Account

"I can smell the lie on your skin," I said.

Tristan stopped. He stood in the center of the penthouse bedroom. He held a black jacket in his hands. The city lights outside the window offered the room a cold, distant glow.

"I am going to the docks," Tristan said. His voice lacked emotion. "Silas nee...

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