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What The Hell Is Going On ?

Author: Blossom
last update publish date: 2026-04-29 22:33:59

CHAPTER SIX

DANTE'S POV

I read the alphanumeric sequence three times, my brain refusing to process the data illuminating Soren’s screen.

The loud bass of the penthouse party faded into background noise, replaced entirely by the sound of my own heartbeat.

"Blackridge," I said. "You are telling me the university endowment fund absorbed the missing capital."

"The routing prefix matches the exact financial structure of the institution," Soren confirmed, his tone was stripped of its usual calcula
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