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Chapter 48: The Masterpiece

作者: Enhui
last update publish date: 2026-06-25 22:54:14

The executive office of Kingston Corporation was completely quiet.

Sophia Lin sat in the massive leather chair behind the CEO desk. It was Raphael’s chair. She ran her hand slowly over the smooth mahogany wood of the desk.

She had won. Raphael was suspended. The board listened to her. She practically ran the company right now.

But as she looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the dark city, she felt completely empty. The victory tasted like ash in her mouth. Her eyes burned from staring at
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