Non Negotiable | lingorm
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It was supposed to be Aiya (Orm) ' s most exclusive visit to the Amazon rainforest before closing this chapter of her life and starting a new job in New York. However, when she ventured into the territory of an ancient indigenous tribe, she unexpectedly became a hostage-an asset as valuable as gold deep within the jungle.
A ransom demand was sent directly to the embassy of Theek, the country of her passport, forcing Alin (Lingling), a seasoned diplomat specializing in security and hostage negotiations, to take on the mission under extraordinary pressure. The reason?
"She is the Prime Minister' s daughter."
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Orginal Version in Thai By Mr.Chor
Translate to english By Alyssa
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