Chapter 55 Asking About the Stolen Cash

"Victor Salazar stole the money," Sebastian stated.

I stared at him. The damp fabric of my crimson dress clung to my skin. I gripped the edge of his mahogany desk.

"You are lying," I said. "Victor gave me a routing number. A private bank in Geneva. He told me you keep a separate ledger in the mast...

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