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CHAPTER 65

作者: AMEDRIANNE STORIES
last update 最終更新日: 2025-11-03 22:48:16
The silence in the living room was absolute, broken only by the frantic hammering of my own heart. The grainy, silent image of Isabella’s lips forming those three damning words—It is done—was burned onto the back of my eyelids.

Arthur made a sound, a low, wounded animal groan. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking. This wasn't just a threat anymore; it was a personal, intimate betrayal. The daughter he had just begun to mourn and celebrate in the same shattered breath was a viper we had invited to our table.

I stood up, my body moving on autopilot, the adrenaline sharpening my focus to a fine point. "Michael!" I called out, my voice cutting through the heavy air.

He appeared from the hallway. "The sweep is in progress, Mrs. Gonzalez. Nothing so far."

"It doesn't matter," I said, shoving my phone into his hands, the video still frozen on Isabella's cold, triumphant face. "She's part of it. This was a setup from the beginning."

Michael's eyes scanned the video, his profe
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    The silence after hitting ‘send’ was louder than any sound. We stared at the screen, at the confirmation email that our dossier had winged its way into the encrypted inboxes of Apex Venture’s board members. The adrenaline that had fueled the all-nighter evaporated, leaving a hollow, jittery feeling.“Well,” Arthur said, rubbing his eyes. “We’ve either just committed career suicide for you and me, or we’ve thrown a grenade into the boardroom.”“A grenade made of pie charts and police reports,” I muttered, my stomach churning.Lanc poured four fingers of whiskey into a coffee mug. “To crazy bastards.”We drank. It burned.The wait was agonizing. Pryce’s injunction hearing came and went. The judge, swayed by the public sentiment and the “pending historical review,” denied the immediate injunction but set a tight deadline for the archaeological survey. It was a punt, not a victory. Pryce’s lawyers left the courtroom looking sour. He didn’t look at us.Life on the surface went on. Lanc’s c

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