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Chapter 43 The Fixer’s Dilemma

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The door clicked shut behind Ethan Cross, leaving Donovan Rhys alone in the safehouse. For a long while, he didn’t move. The only sound was the faint crackle of his half-burned cigarette in the ashtray and the hum of the ancient refrigerator in the corner.

Donovan leaned back in his chair, staring at the holographic files Ethan had projected. Silverline Freight—Kane’s crown jewel, stripped bare and gutted. Donovan had thought Kane untouchable in matters of money. Yet Ethan had proven otherwise, with surgical precision.

That boy wasn’t just clever. He was dangerous.

Donovan rubbed his temple, trying to push away the headache building behind his eyes. He had been in this game too long, seen too many faces like Ethan’s—young, hungry, thinking they could rewrite the rules. They usually ended up in a shallow grave.

But Ethan was different. His eyes weren’t naive, nor were they reckless. They carried the weight of someone who understood loss, who had already paid in blood. That look was fam
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