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Chapter 64: Liam's Investigation

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last update آخر تحديث: 2026-01-01 23:28:17

The "war" wasn't being fought with supply chains anymore. It was being fought in the dark.

Liam Cross sat in the back of his Maybach, the city of New York sliding past the tinted windows like a film noir. It was raining again, a relentless, gray drizzle that matched his mood.

He wasn't going to the office. He was going to a small, unmarked building in Hell’s Kitchen.

It was the office of Blackwood & Associates. Private Investigators.

Liam had used Blackwood before. For corporate espionage. For background checks on potential board members. For things that needed to be handled with surgical discretion.

But he had never used them for something this... personal.

He walked in. The office smelled of stale coffee and ozone.

James Blackwood, a man who looked like he had been carved out of granite and bad decisions, was waiting for him.

"Mr. Cross," Blackwood said, not standing up. He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. "You're not going to like this."

Liam sat. He didn't care about "liki
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