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Chapter 172: Web of Lies

Author: Ernest Brooks
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-14 22:17:55

The night was unusually silent, the kind of silence that whispered warnings rather than offered peace. Juliette stood in the dim light of her private study, surrounded by a storm of documents, maps, and surveillance photographs. The file she’d received the night before at the Conservatory Lounge lay open in front of her, its contents burning a hole in her composure.

Operation Blackwood.

Her father had mentioned it once, in passing. She’d assumed it was some internal government initiative from his time in the intelligence sector. But as she read deeper into the dossier, the lines between personal vendettas and political warfare blurred. This wasn’t just a corporate conspiracy – it was generational.

“Damon’s family. Mine. Celeste’s Whitmore family. Vincent. They’re all woven into this,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

She traced one name again and again throughout the documents—

The Cassian Group.

A powerful private entity with government ties, shadow financing, and immunity from conve
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