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Chapter 217: Friend or Foe

Penulis: Edward Pika
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Livia looked at Marcellus’s somewhat tired face and knew he had already said a lot. She understood in her heart that pressing further might only make him more guarded or put him in a difficult position. Compared to chasing after details, what mattered more to her was the direction of their next move.

So, in a softer tone, she said, “I won’t ask for too many details. But you mentioned there was cooperation between you and my father—what exactly did that entail? At this stage, is there anything we can rely on him for?”

A flicker of guilt passed through Marcellus’s eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a rare lightness. He gave her a grateful glance, as if relieved, and answered in a low voice, “It was… mainly about pushing the expansion project forward together.”

There was something complex in his voice as he said this. “When we first proposed the predecessor to this plan, we were genuinely committed to making the city better—especially the outer residential zones and the healthcare syst
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    The lamplight flickered, and for a moment, the very air seemed to grow heavy, as if the room itself were holding its breath.“We have one fragment,” Livia said at last, her tone deliberately casual. “And we’ve uncovered the trail leading to another.”As she spoke, she slipped a photograph onto the desk. The image showed the fragment she had in her possession, its jagged edges glimmering faintly. Her voice carried the ease of indifference, yet her eyes betrayed the truth—they were sharply focused on Edgar, watching his every reaction with quiet precision.“Marcellus once held another fragment,” she continued, her tone calm but her fingers curled slightly against her skirts. “That piece… disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Still, we have clues—clues that point us toward its likely whereabouts.”She did not ask if Edgar also possessed a fragment. She left the question unspoken, as if deliberately restraining herself, using that very restraint as a signal of her sincerity.Sure en

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