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Chapter 38

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The thumping bass of music, the clinking of glasses, and the rising haze of smoke wrapped the club in its usual chaos. Siaara sat on the velvet couch, her legs crossed, pretending to listen to her managers briefing her about upcoming events and staff changes. But her mind wasn’t there. Her gaze kept drifting to the bar counter where bottles gleamed under dim neon lights.

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