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It was three in the morning when I was finally released from the FBI interrogation room.
Because the evidence was still being processed, and because of the team of America’s top criminal lawyers Rhys had hired at an exorbitant price, I was granted temporary bail.
But when I walked out of that heavy iron door, I wasn’t met with freedom, but with hell.
The moment Rhys’s private jet landed in New York, I got the call.
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