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Chapter 9

Author: Ivy Vane
last update publish date: 2026-01-07 03:29:06

Antonio took the call as the sun rose.

The estate was still, the kind of quiet that existed only in places built for privacy. He stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear, listening as voices from three different time zones filtered through the line. Shipping routes. Regulatory pressure. A delayed transfer in Europe that required his presence.

“Yes,” Antonio said calmly. “I will handle it in person.”

A pause followed.

“Tonight,” he added.

When the call ended, he remained where he was
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