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2023-10-23 17:37:20On the other end of the call, Marcus's keen ears picked up the sound of a giggling woman's voice calling for Liam, her tone far from innocent. It was a jarring contrast to the earlier conversation, and Marcus could sense a change in Liam's demeanour too as he called back that he was ‘on my way, Ginger’. Then, without warning, the call abruptly cut off, leaving Marcus staring at his phone in bewilderment. The lingering echoes of the giggles and Liam's hasty departure hung in the air, leaving an angry, unsettled feeling in the pit of Marcus's stomach. It took him much longer to fall back asleep.
The next morning arrived with the gentle light of dawn filtering through the polished glass of the mansion windows. Marcus, having risen early as was his habit, had already completed another patrol of the property, ensuring its security and that they hadn’t had any nighttime visitors. Finding nothing out of the ordinary, he waited in the kitchen for Vivienne to wake up and com
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