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Chapter 50 — Silence Is for the Weak

Author: Queen Bee
last update publish date: 2026-04-28 21:31:29

The fireplace crackled softly, spreading a comforting warmth through the room decorated with cold marble, ancient tapestries, and the discreet aroma of dried flowers. Svetlana, impeccable in her pearl-gray dress, reviewed some confidential reports with a glass of red wine within reach.

The door opened hesitantly. One of her trusted men entered, his face pale, eyes wide, as if he had just seen death itself.

Svetlana slowly raised her gaze. She placed the crystal pen calmly on the desk and crosse
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