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Chapter 44: Alpha Rivalry

Author: Ruthie B
last update publish date: 2026-06-20 21:06:32

Sloane's POV

The air in the boardroom turned instantly freezing into a state of absolute, suffocating tension that felt like the moment before a lightning strike.

Julian Van Der Bilt sat there with a smug confidence, his cold blue eyes locked onto mine, completely convinced that his multi-billion-dollar proposition was enough to create a rift between a twenty-four-year-old commoner and the billionaire patriarch standing behind her.

He had no idea that he had just signed his own corporate death
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