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Chapter Twenty-nine: The Art Of War

作者: Feesa
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CADE ENTERPRISES

The morning didn’t start so much as detonate.

Ethan Cade’s world was a carefully constructed empire — every deal, every move, every breath accounted for. He had built his life like a chessboard: predictable, deliberate, and absolute.

But control is an illusion, and today, that illusion shattered.

Craig, his secretary of eight years, stood in the doorway of his office looking like a man who would rather be anywhere else. “Sir… there’s been a development.”

Ethan didn’t look up immediately. He was reviewing a contract — red ink circling figures like open wounds. “Define development.”

Craig hesitated. “You might want to sit down for this.”

Ethan’s pen stilled. Slowly, he raised his gaze. “You have ten seconds before I stop pretending to be civil.”

Craig swallowed. “We just lost two major investors — Marlborough Holdings and Silvercrest Group. They’ve both withdrawn completely.”

Silence.

Ethan blinked once. “Withdrawn?”

“Yes, sir.”

“They signed long-term contracts.”

“They
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