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120. Lonely Fight

Author: Joy Lova
last update Last Updated: 2024-10-29 19:42:56

As Vanya sprinted through the twisting maze of the urban jungle, oblivious to the layers of strategy woven around her, Ned's comically tangled pursuit still served a purpose. Little did she know, this was but a small step in the symphony of calculated chaos orchestrated by Niels.

On the other end of the alleyway, Niels stood with a calm demeanor, his gaze fixed on the path where Vanya was headed. Beside him, Gustav's suit trio exuded an air of professionalism, an embodiment of corporate precision.

"Patience, gentlemen. Our elusive friend is about to enter the spotlight," Niels smirked.

Vanya's footfalls echoed like a crescendo, and as she rounded the corner, she was met with the calculated ambush orchestrated by Niels. The trio of suits closed in, a wall of corporate might encircling her.

"Well, this is quite the welcoming committee," Vanya panted.

"Indeed, Vanya. You've stumbled into our little chess game," Niels chuckled.

"Though I must admit, I prefer checkers," Suit 1
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