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2025-03-04 10:30:15The air inside the car was quiet.
Masahiro drove with his usual control, hands steady on the wheel, eyes fixed on the road.
Matthew sat in the passenger seat, one hand resting lazily on the window, lost in thought.
Clark and Arthur were in the back.
Arthur sat stiffly, still processing everything that had just happened.
Clark, on the other hand?
Clark felt sick.
The weight of the case—the weight of who Cassidy Hills was, who his enemies were, and what this could mean—
It was too much.
He inhaled deeply, fingers tapping against his knee.
Then, voice quieter than usual—"I should drop the case."
Arthur’s head snapped toward him.
Matthew blinked, then frowned. "Come again?"
Clark exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I’m not just dealing with a criminal here. I’m dealing with a mafia boss with powerful enemies. People who would rather see him dead t
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The door clicked shut behind him.Arthur stood there, just for a second, his breath uneven, his pulse too damn loud in his ears.Cassidy sat exactly where he had been before, cuffs still securing him to the table, but his smirk was softer now—less amusement, more curiosity.Like he was waiting to see what Arthur would do.Arthur exhaled, forcing himself to step forward, closing the distance between them. His throat was dry, his hands trembling just slightly at his sides.Cassidy’s gaze flicked to them.Arthur stuffed them into his pockets.Then—finally—he spoke.“Why?”Cassidy arched a brow. “You’ll have to be a little more specific, sweetheart.”Arthur clenched his jaw. Of course Cassidy was going to make this difficult.He inhaled sharply. “Why did you come for me?”
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