Chapter 261The silence in the library was suffocating.Ethan Cole stood perfectly still, the encrypted satellite phone pressed to his ear. He looked at Dante Blackwood, bleeding on the rug, radiating smug, aristocratic victory. He looked at Zara, her blue eyes wide with terrified anticipation, holding her hand protectively over her pregnant stomach.The Warlord had spent his entire life playing chess on a global scale. He knew when he was in checkmate."Fine," Ethan growled into the phone, his voice vibrating with a cold, suppressed rage that shook the windows of the chateau. "Call off the AI. Deactivate the Dead Hand protocol. Dante walks.""A wise decision, Ethan," Elias Frost chuckled smoothly. "The protocol is deactivated. You may keep your empire, for now. But remember, the Great Game is never truly over. I will be watching."Click.The line went dead.Ethan slowly lowered the phone. He tossed it to Marcus, his face an unreadable mask of carved granite."Get him up," Ethan order
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