The Broken Dragon’s SiegeThe financial world never sleeps, but since the explosion in Saint-Denis three days ago, it felt as if the entire market was holding its breath in suffocating fear. Mavric Thorne, the Dragon of London, was no longer running his empire with logic or sound market strategy. He was leading with a cold, blind, and destructive rage.Inside the headquarters of Thorne Enterprise, now heavily guarded by paramilitary units, the atmosphere felt like a war bunker. Mavric stood before the massive glass window, staring out at the rain pouring over London. He wore no suit jacket. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up, and his face was covered in stubble that gave him a wild, unkempt look. His grey eyes were sunken, ringed with dark circles that proved he hadn’t slept a wink since that night."Sir... we have just completed the forced acquisition of three investment banks in Paris linked to the Syndicate," reported Leo Vance, his voice barely a
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