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Geneva.
Clean, wealthy, indifferent.
A city that prided itself on neutrality, now pulsing with the blood of secrets. Lucia had chosen it for a reason-an ironic echo of her own moral blankness. No sides. No loyalties. Just leverage.
Isla had never felt more focused.
She didn't blink as the plane touched down on a private runway outside the city.
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