She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 1307:

Then the interrogator leaned in, his voice low and sly. “If you want to save that hostage, I will give you a chance.”

Her breath hitched, her heart pounding. A chance? She stared into his eyes, searching for truth, her thoughts a tangled storm.

“Pick one of your teammates to die,” he said, his words sharp as a blade.

The command jolted her back to clarity.

Her mind steadied, the pieces clicking into place.

“What do you say?” the interrogator pressed.

“Is this the second evaluation?” she asked, her voice calm. In that instant, clarity surged through her like a jolt. Her mind, no longer clouded, began stitching the fragments together.

From the beginning, the plan had unfolded with unnerving precision—flawless in execution, almost too perfect to question.

people were truly the cutthroat criminals they pretended to be—desperate, dangerous,

have vanished into the wind, dragging the hostage with them, leaving only blood and

especially with elite reinforcements likely converging already. She had voiced the

for the briefest instant before slipping back behind the veil of

not keep

arms, curiosity flickering in his eyes. “How did you

lips

The word was a curse in their world, a reckless

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plainclothed, hair mussed, blending into the shadows like he belonged there. Michael’s

steps measured, and repeated

did you

the interrogator’s subtle flinch, the way his posture

man was no