“Hey now, ye look a tad suspicious, ya do.” “Isn’t this that kid from earlier?”—a shoulder seized before she could slip away. Inside the banquet hall. Unlike in the suite a little while ago, Jonathan Park, now in a suit, leaned his face toward Jioh. Timothy wasn’t in sight yet. Affecting nonchalance, Jioh activated her brazen, poker-face trait. “What about...
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