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Chapter 89: Neon Empire – Long Beach, California

Penulis: Cyril Masina
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-09 11:59:22

Long Beach in late April 2026 pulsed under a blanket of neon and desire. The Pacific Ocean shimmered with reflected city lights, while the iconic Queen Mary loomed in the harbor like a steel relic of old glamour. The air was thick with the scent of salt, grilled seafood from the pier, sunscreen, and the faint sweetness of weed drifting from beach parties. This was a city where powerful men played without limits.

Damien Cross, 46, was one of those men — a ruthless entertainment mogul who owned h
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