Chapter 32 Can You Be the Daughter of the Brown Group?

Dylan shoved open the mangled car door and shot a cold, murderous look toward the light truck's cab.

Sam was slumped over the steering wheel, drenched in sweat, putting on a show of being badly shaken.

"Oh no, Mr. Wilson! I'm so sorry, so sorry—the brakes suddenly gave out!" Sam scrambled out of ...

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