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Chapter 31: ONE MORE MOVE.

Author: SHINING
last update publish date: 2025-12-27 16:15:42

DANTE:

I should have been on the phone with Tate and Martin, arranging payouts, collecting signatures, and drafting contracts. Instead, I lay on a makeshift bed on someone’s floor, staring at shadows on the ceiling as they crept and shifted like accusatory fingers.

Guilt lodged in my chest like swallowed glass.

When the hell had I developed a conscience? Business had always been simple. Identify the target. Execute the plan. Collect the profit. Move on. Emotions were liabilities. Attachments we
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