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Chapter 112: The Grand Gesture

作者: Evve
last update 公開日: 2026-01-18 00:06:59

The news of Cross Empire's withdrawal from the Kensington bid hit the market like a meteor strike.

It was 8 AM. The London Stock Exchange had just opened, and the ticker was already flashing red for Cross Empire and green for AVA.

But in the penthouse on Park Avenue, the silence was absolute.

Aurora sat at the kitchen island, her phone in her hand. She was staring at the press release Adrian had sent to Elias, which Elias had immediately forwarded to her.

Cross Empire respectfully withdraw
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