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Chapter 47: The Betrayal in Red

Author: MELLA
last update publish date: 2026-06-18 04:48:38

The red-tinged gloom of the master pavilion had transformed from a luxury prison into the cold, calculated boardroom of an empire built on blood and broken trust. The metallic scent of the shattered terminal still lingered in the air, but it was entirely choked out by the heavy, suffocating weight of Julian’s presence as he stood in the center of the room, his arm locked around my waist like a vice.

Across the sheepskin rug, my father stood frozen, the master key card trembling in his frail han
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