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Chapter 278: Jim’s Scheme
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2025-08-26 10:30:17The study was still cloaked in that same dim, amber-gold glow. The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed like a suppressed rage, seeping quietly through time. Behind the broad solid-wood desk, Eryx sat upright—his spine as straight as steel, yet his gaze burned with unmasked fury. His fingers struck the desktop with heavy taps, each thud like a war drum, oppressive and deliberate.
“Speak. What is it you want?” His voice was low, but it landed like thunder. “We can sever all ties right now. Without cooperation, you are my enemy.”
But Jim showed no sign of retreat. Instead, a slow smile curved his lips.
His finely tai
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