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Chapter 107

Penulis: Anney GW
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-29 15:38:01

ANTHONY’S POV

The logs in the fireplace hissed and cracked, throwing golden light across the old stone of my grandfather’s study.

Beyond the glass walls, darkness spread across the countryside. Just acres of untouched green, cloaked in navy blue night. The silence here wasn’t just peaceful—it was thick, unshakable. The kind that made you feel like time had stopped.

I poured us each a scotch. Neat. Always neat. No ice, no garnish. He raised his glass and gave a tired but amused look as we clinked.

“You know, I didn’t build Möller Enterprises to become the arena for some idiotic pissing contest,” he said. “I built it so people who were dying could access tech that actually worked. Efficiently. Affordably. And with integrity.”

“I know,” I said quietly.

He looked out the window, into the night. “Your father never understood that. The obsession with legacy turned him into a businessman, not a builder.”

I let his words hang.

He rarely gave speeches. Rarely lectured. But when he did, it wa
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