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Chapter 30: "Whispers in the Dark"

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The distillation apparatus hissed faintly, coils sweating under the wavering heat. A thin ribbon of steam curled upward, catching the light as though it wanted to be noticed. In the glass vessel, the pale antidote swirled, just for a second, into an odd pearly sheen before settling again into perfect clarity……too perfect, as if pretending nothing unusual had happened.

Zogo noticed the subtle shift in Amara’s expression. She didn’t flinch, but her eyes narrowed in the barest way, reading the rea
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    The night inside Walton Estate was unusually peaceful, the kind of silence that only existed deep into the night when the rest of the world had already fallen asleep. Outside, the soft wind moved gently through the massive trees surrounding the estate, causing faint rustling sounds beneath the pale glow of the moonlight. The enormous Walton mansion, usually cold and imposing, stood quietly beneath the dark sky while silver light stretched across the empty hallways and polished floors.Most of the servants had already retired for the night. The mansion that was often filled with footsteps during the day had finally become still, leaving behind only calm silence and the distant ticking of the antique clock downstairs.Inside Amara’s room, the atmosphere was warm and dim.Only the small bedside lamp remained open, casting a soft golden glow across the elegant room and the large bed near the windows. The curtains swayed slightly from the faint breeze slipping through the partially opened

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    Amara continued speaking naturally, her calm tone making it sound as if she was discussing something simple and completely reasonable.“You’ll become the vice president for now,” she said while calmly drinking her water. “I still have other things to handle, so I can’t manage everything in the Musk Company myself.”For a moment, the dining table fell silent.Then the meaning of her words finally sank into Wendel’s head.His eyes widened immediately.“What?!” he almost shouted, looking genuinely horrified as he pointed at himself in disbelief. “Miss, I already have too much on my plate right now!”He leaned back dramatically in his chair before placing a hand over his chest like someone who had just received terrible news.“Do you know how hard I’ve been working lately?” he continued complaining shamelessly. “I barely even sleep anymore!”Brook quietly drank his water while trying not to laugh.Jerald already looked entertained.Wendel, however, was still desperately trying to save him

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    The old man’s eyes narrowed as his thoughts turned colder and more calculated. He already knew the stories surrounding Amara Musk and the Musk family. Ever since her parents died, the city had quietly labeled her as unstable, a pitiful heiress constantly hidden under Don Victor’s protection. But since none of it had anything to do with the Walton family before, Solomon never paid much attention to those rumors.But now, things were different.No matter how he looked at it, Amara did not seem like someone who belonged beside his grandson.And yet…Zogo had acknowledged her as his wife without the slightest hesitation.That alone unsettled Solomon.Because more than anyone else, he understood his grandson. Zogo was never impulsive. Never emotional. Every decision he made carried weight, strategy, and intention. Which meant if he had chosen to marry Amara Musk, then there was something about her the rest of the city had not yet uncovered.A quiet knock of porcelain broke the silence as th

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    Amara looked at him before shaking her head slightly. “It’s okay. I can handle them myself.”Brook leaned lightly against the wall while Jerald stayed beside him quietly observing the exchange.Finn cleared his throat before speaking carefully. “Mr. Walton also has an important meeting tomorrow. He might not be able to stay close the entire time.”“That’s fine,” Amara replied calmly.Zogo’s brows furrowed faintly, clearly still dissatisfied with the idea of her going alone. His thoughts briefly shifted to the board of directors meeting tomorrow: political pressure, hidden agendas, and people who would immediately sense weakness if Amara walked in without proper protection or support.Then suddenly, he looked toward Jerald.“From tomorrow onward,” Zogo said calmly, “you’ll stay beside Amara.”Jerald blinked once in slight surprise.“As her bodyguard?”“Yes.” The answer came immediately.Brook looked amused from the side while Wendel raised a brow.Jerald straightened slightly before no

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    Damian remained standing in the center of the room, his brows tightly furrowed as his mind replayed everything that had happened. Something wasn’t right. No matter how much he thought about it, none of it added up.Ever since Amara returned from the countryside, even while Don Victor had still been around, Damian had kept an eye on her every move. He had quietly watched her schedule, the people around her, where she went, and who she spoke to. He made sure nothing escaped his attention.Yet now, as Damian carefully replayed everything in his mind, he realized something that made his expression slowly darken : he could not remember a single moment where Amara and Zogo Walton had ever crossed paths. Not in public. Not in private. Not even a short conversation lasting a few minutes. There had been nothing suspicious, nothing that could connect the two of them. And that was exactly what disturbed him the most. Because a man like Zogo Walton did not involve himself with people without reas

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    Amara lingered at the threshold for a moment, her grandfather’s words echoing in her chest like a heavy toll of a bell. His hand had trembled against hers, his eyes sharp despite the years that weighed on them. He was worried not only about her safety, but about Zogo……. Does he truly have good inte

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    Amara walked slowly down the corridor of the Musk estate, her footsteps hushed against the polished floor. The grand hallways, lined with oil paintings and heavy curtains, seemed to press in on her, whispering of history and responsibility. At the end stood her grandfather’s study room. The heavy w

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    The car rolled to a slow stop in front of the Musk estate, its headlights washing over the stone steps. Amara stretched her arms above her head, yawning as if she had just woken from a pleasant nap instead of a long ride. She moved lazily, unbothered by the weight of the evening. Behind her, Cristy

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    Amara let herself fall onto the bed, too tired to even change her clothes. She closed her eyes, trying to rest, when suddenly her phone buzzed beside her. The screen lit up Grandfather.She quickly answered. “Grandfather?”“Amara,” Victor’s voice came, warm but firm. “When are you coming back to th

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