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Chapter 141: Rock of Gibraltar – Cliffside Claim

Author: Cyril Masina
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The Rock of Gibraltar loomed like a silent sentinel under the Mediterranean sun, its sheer cliffs plunging into the sea where the Atlantic met the Mediterranean. The private luxury villa perched high on the Rock offered breathtaking views — open terraces, infinity pool merging with the horizon, and a king-sized bed that looked like it had been made for exactly this kind of night.

Marcus Kane, 44, stood at the railing in a tailored black shirt, watching the ships pass through the strait below. T
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