Alexander Cassel never liked uninvited guests, especially women like Enola Spark, who always arrived bringing a storm with her. But when his office door opened, and Enola stepped inside wearing a simple black dress and exuding the aura of a queen of hell, Alexander knew:This was no ordinary visit.Damian walked behind her, his face dark and sharp.Alexander snorted. “If you’re here to demand retribution for the shooting—“Enola raised her hand, stopping him. Her gaze was cold and unreadable.“I’m not here to demand,” she said. “I’m here to prove.”She placed a thick envelope on Alexander’s desk. Inside: photos, recordings, transaction reports, and one document that made Alexander lose his colour.“The shooter wasn’t just a hired gun,” Enola said softly. “He was paid by your son—Adrian Cassel.”Alexander fell silent.Damian added in a low voice, “And he worked with the Vandrake family.”Alexander, who had always been as hard as steel, now looked like a man who had seen a ghost from h
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