Chapter 97: A Race Against Time

Cleo Atré 1.6k words

Inside the room, Anthony sat like a man who owned the air in the room, his posture relaxed yet commanding. The thin fabric of his singlet clung to his frame, revealing the sharp lines of his chest and the dark ink of his tattoo that trailed along his skin like...

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