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Chapter 113

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The mahogany table gleamed like a mirror under the boardroom lights. Austin stood at its head, calm but coiled like a blade. His fingers rested lightly on the clicker in his hand, though every movement was precise, deliberate.

“Gentlemen,” he began, his voice deep and resonant, “thank you for coming on such short notice. What I’m about to show you doesn’t leave this room.”

The three men across the table exchanged guarded looks. These were not junior staff; they were legacy figures of the DiMarco empire, men who had served his father for decades. Their silence was agreement.

Austin pressed the clicker. The screen lit up with Greg’s grinning face, one arm slung around Vanessa as they toasted champagne at a boutique in Paris.

“Cartier. Dior. Chanel,” Austin said evenly, his words slicing the air. “Seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars of our company’s money — spent like pocket change.”

He clicked again. Lines of transactions appeared, each one branded with Greg’s authorization codes.

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