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chapter 29: The sinister warning

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last update Last Updated: 2025-02-08 02:15:41

There was silence; it was thick, heavy, and suffocating. And my curiosity got the best of me. Without thinking, I found myself moving toward the window of Jaxon’s office, quietly peeping through the glass.

Jaxon's jaw tightened, his fingers curling into fists on the desk, as his entire body trembled with rage. I held my breath as my heart pounded so hard I could hear it.

Damien leaned in, his voice dropping to a cold whisper. “You may hate it, but without your marriage to Sophia, you’re nothing. And neither is the Brooks empire.”

Jaxon’s chair scraped against the floor as he shot to his feet, “Get. Out. Now!”

Damien let out a low chuckle, stepping back slightly, “You think this is over? Think again, brother. And don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Leave now, Damien. I know why you’re doing this. It’s because of her, isn’t it?”

Damien smirked, tilting his head. “And you still don’t see it, do you? You’re throwing away everything for a woman who doesn’t deserve it. Have you forgotten who So
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