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CHAPTER 65

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The first blow from the Valtieri’s did not come with gunfire or sirens.

It arrived as information. A leak that is controlled but precise and merciless.

By midmorning, the name Althea Johnson no longer existed in the circles that mattered.

It quietly replaced throughout the diplomatic channels, financial networks, legacy registries, and old bloodlines that had long memories and longer reach.

ALTHEA VALTIERI.

LEGAL SPOUSE: DOMINIC VALTIERI.

Attached were photographs.

Not recent ones. Not careless
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