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Chapter 115:The Continental Anchor

Author: Ruthie B
last update publish date: 2026-08-05 20:31:47

Sloane's POV

By five o'clock in the afternoon, the setting sun cast long, crimson shafts of light across the master penthouse, reflecting off the dark obsidian surfaces like polished glass. The primary display had shifted from maritime logistics to regional treasury integrations, detailing the real-time cash flow of the central trade networks.

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass, my slate-grey dress catching the amber glow of the dusk skyline. My expression remained unbothered, cool, and prec
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