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Chapter 83
Tyrell's POV I find myself amidst the opulence of Krystal's lavish hotel suite, a decadent haven in which every corner exudes luxury. It's a five-star sanctuary, the pinnacle of indulgence, and I can't help but marvel at the grandeur surrounding me. Krystal, with her effortless grace, chauffeured me here, a gesture that simultaneously humbled and unsettled me, as if she held all the cards in this intricate game we were playing. As I stand in the midst of this plush oasis, Krystal disappears into the shower without a word, leaving me to ponder the enigma of her intentions. Time stretches on like a languid river, and finally, she emerges, her silhouette obscured by a billowing white robe, tendrils of damp hair clinging to her skin like liquid silk. She regards me with an inscrutable expres
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