She Cut My Five-Year-Old Daughter’s Hair to Punish Her—Then I Found the Hidden Livestream That Revealed Why Vanessa Really Wanted Her Silenced
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Chapter 30 - The Shadow Architect
Clara felt a sudden, familiar chill creep up her spine as she read the cryptic words over and over.
She turned the photograph around, noticing a small address printed in silver foil at the bottom corner.
The address pointed to a private private estate located in the exclusive diplomatic district of London.
David walked into the kitchen, noticing Clara's sudden, rigid posture and pale complexion.
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"Clara? What is that?" David asked, stepping closer to look at the dark envelope.
"It's from someone higher than Arthur Vance," Clara whispered, her eyes fixing on the London address.
