Agente C.C.©

Agente C.C.©

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Mi nombre es Cj Cooper, hace ocho años que mi familia murió. Todos dicen que Charles, un mafioso multimillonario buscado por todo el mundo, los asesinó, pero aún no saben el por qué, y tampoco donde está. Ahora que cumplí los dieciocho, tengo edad suficiente para formar parte de la AAEG, y atrapar al hombre que me lo quito, todo cuando tan solo tenía díez años. 《》《》《》《》《》 Esta historia NO ES ROMÁNTICA, ni nada por el estilo, solo una chica tratando de cumplir un propósito (Aún no me convencela idea, pero quizá si haya un rollo romántico). @Dayanaxda Gracias por la portada ^3^
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