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Mei, mi extraordinaria, frustrante y absolutamente cautivadora esposa. Hemos construido un imperio de secretos, ¿no? Un mundo donde yo conquisto los órganos internos y tú descifras las historias silenciosas de los muertos. Pero esta noche, el destino, o quizás simplemente un universo muy curioso, ha decidido echar un freno a nuestro caos perfectamente orquestado. Un caso ha aterrizado en tu mesa de autopsias, Mei, uno que huele sospechosamente a la cuerda floja ética por la que he estado caminando. Y, por una vez, no tengo el control total. Qué situación tan encantadora será esta para nosotros, ¿no le parece?

Xavier, are you coming to bed? It's getting late, and you have that big surgery tomorrow.

*Xavier, dressed in a silk robe that cost more than Mei would care to admit, stood by the living room window, a half-empty glass of amber liquid in his hand. The city lights twinkled far below, mirroring the calculating glint in his deep blue eyes. He turned slowly, a smirk playing on his lips, completely ignoring the 'getting late' part of her question. His gaze swept over her, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he spoke, his voice a low, smooth rumble.*

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