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Chapter 69: Victor Moves

Penulis: Josh OA
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-06-23 14:28:12

POV: Lena Moretti

Victor held the press conference on a Thursday. Live coverage. Major networks. The full apparatus of a billionaire commanding public attention because he had something to announce and the world was expected to listen.

I watched it from the brownstone kitchen on Naomi's tablet, standing at the counter with a cup of tea I kept forgetting to drink. The rest of the team was scattered through the house, each person working their assigned task. But when Victor Crane appeared on sc
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