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Sana looked at Freya helplessly. "Freya, what do we do?"

Sana, who usually rode on others' coattails, was now keeping her head down, terrified of making a single misstep. Maya Bronx was a cautionary tale.

Freya stared at the composed Chloe Bishop, her mind racing with doubt. Did she really have her online records?

Regardless, she couldn't back down now. She lifted her chin and declared loudly