When Wynter and Wolf returned to their hotel suite, it was alreadyte at night, and Margaret had


    already fallen asleep. They moved to the living room to chat no they wouldn’t disturb her slumber.


    Typing on


    hisptop, Wolf lifted his head and gestured, “They’re asking when you’ll meet them.”


    “Not for the time being.” Wynter replied, ordering a bunch of items online to be sent to her newly bought


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    courtyard.


    Wolf responded to the group chat with a head–shaking emoji, Instantly dampening the other members”


    spirits. Nheless, they still felt obligated to report their findings to their boss.


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