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Chapter 36: Cracks in the Queen’s Throne

Penulis: JDHWS
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-15 15:04:19

Cassidy Voss had never been one to flinch in public. Her reputation as the “Queen of Garden Metro” was built on a decade of calculated control — she could gut a man’s entire livelihood with a phone call and toast champagne before the ink dried on the ruin.

But that morning, alone in her penthouse, the façade was slipping.

The queen of spades card lay on the glass coffee table, its bloodstain a dark, accusing smudge. She’d turned it over and over in her hands all night, replaying the moment she found it at the club. Elara Quinn’s face didn’t appear in her memory — but her presence did.

Cassidy hated that feeling.

Mace stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, jaw tight. “You want me to track her movements?”

“I want you to make her stop existing,” Cassidy said, voice sharp. “Quietly. But before you kill her, I want her to feel hunted.”

By the afternoon, Garden Metro’s underworld felt the ripple. Cassidy’s orders were subtle enough not to draw attention from law enforcement, but the street-l
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