Chapter 3 - The Socialite Freezes In Absolute Cold Terror

The color instantly drained from the socialite’s face, leaving her looking like a porcelain statue about to shatter into pieces.
Her manicured hands began to shake uncontrollably as she stared at the man walking purposefully toward the banquet tables.
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“No... it can’t be. He’s supposed to be in federal custody in Zurich!” she stammered, her voice cracking with unadulterated panic.
The surrounding guests stepped back, whispering anxiously among themselves as the terrifying reality of her reaction sank in.
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