BLIND BETRAYAL
From his second-story bedroom window, Victor subtly parted the heavy velvet curtains. His eyes narrowed as he watched Justin Vance step out of the shadows of a sleek, unmarked sedan. Justin looked paranoid, his gaze darting across the empty perimeter of the safe house. Victor let out a cold scoff, a humorless murmur escaping his lips. "So f*****g stupid." He let the curtain drop, darkness swallowing the room again. Pulling out his phone, he quickly typed a text to the one man who actually held his loyalty. [Victor]: Boss, Justin just arrived. What do I do next? Back in the suffocating luxury of the VIP wing at Sinclair Citadel Hospital, Lowin Vance was fighting a losing battle against his little bird. Daniella had brought a literal mountain of gourmet estate food earlier that morning,
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