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CHAPTER 56: THE PREDATOR'S PATIENCE
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2026-09-26 02:52:00Michael Thorne did not believe in coincidences. To him, the world was a series of calculated moves and counter-moves, a grand chessboard where every piece had a purpose.
The sketch he had received in Johannesburg—the reimagining of his Maseru fortress—wasn't just a piece of art. It was a declaration of war. It was a signal that the woman he had discarded was no longer hiding in the shadows of his memory; she was stepping into the light of h
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