Chapter 206 Bribing the Fake Federal Marshals

"If you die in that jungle," I said, gripping the phone until my knuckles ached, "I will sell your vintage cars for scrap metal. Every single one."

Static hissed through the speaker. A low, rough laugh followed.

"Keep the cars, Mina," Tristan replied. His voice sounded distant, filtered through a ...

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