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Chapter 32

Author: DGorgeous1
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-29 18:00:56

The first move in any war isn’t fire.

It’s silence.

Lucien stood before the master table in the war room, an ocean of glass and blue-lit screens reflecting on his face like moonlight on steel. Across from him, Seraphina sat cross-legged on the leather armchair, quiet but attentive, her focus razor-sharp.

Matteo stood just behind, arms folded, expression unreadable.

Anton remained in Palermo, strengthening alliances.

Vincenzo handled the flow of currency and men behind the scenes.

Which left Lucien, Seraphina, and Matteo to carry out what came next.

Lucien gestured toward the center monitor, where a schematic of one of ValeCorp’s old logistics hubs blinked in ghostly green.

It was a dormant asset. One of Julian's original smuggling pivots.

“I want this property listed on the black ledger,” Lucien said.

Matteo frowned. “It’s flagged and frozen. Why light it up now?”

“Because they’ll see it,” Seraphina answered for him. “And think we’re distracted.”

Lucien nodded.

“It’ll look like we’re
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