All Chapters of Three Billionaire Alphas on Their Knees: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

“They’re here to see Morana.”The clerk kept his voice as low as possible. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out at his temple.On the platform, the Speaker glanced at the list on the tablet. His face went rigid. He didn’t shout. Instead, he flipped the tablet face down on the table and waved Colin over from the side.“Send two patrol cars to Bend Three. Seal the road. Keep them all at the old waystation at the foot of the mountain. Without an Executive Council pass, not a single car reaches the plaza.”Colin hurried down from the side platform.The iron gates on both sides of the hall rose slowly on their mechanical hinges. The security personnel who had been blocking the exits withdrew behind the pillars and stopped obstructing anyone.Asher pulled his gaze back and caught Darcy’s wrist, pulling her up from the hard wooden chair.He tilted his head toward Hyde and gave the signal to pull out. The steward spoke low into the mic at his collar. The engines roaring outside dropped immedi

The Council clerks' office needed to redraft and print the formal memoranda and cross-check the old files in the archives. That would take at least two hours.When Darcy stepped out the side door of the council hall, the snow outside had stopped.Cold air filled her lungs, clearing away the stale smell of limestone and old sheepskin that clung to the hall.Asher didn't bring Hyde along. He left the guards waiting by the cars.

The wheels rolled over the speed bump on the cross-border bridge, and the car bounced with a heavy thud.Darcy woke from the jolt, the thick wool blanket sliding down to her waist. She rubbed a hand over her face and realized the snow plains outside the window were long gone. In their place were the rolling red maple forests and gentle hills that belonged only to Kingston territory.The setting sun painted the whole two-lane asphalt road a warm gold. The air carried none of the biting cold of the North. Only damp earth just beginning to thaw and the clean scent of fir needles."Awake?" Asher glanced at her from the driver's seat and handed her a half-empty bottle of water with the cap already loosened. "We just got off the highway."

The red ink stamp in Darcy's hand slammed down hard on the third transfer order."That old bastard Garrick."Darcy ripped the glasses off her nose and tossed them onto the desk. Her fingertip slashed hard across the yellowed carbon paper."He's not even in the ground yet, and before he goes, he dumped seven million in bad debt from the Far North Border Defense Fund onto an old account of mine. He thinks revoking the exile order means I'll carry his garbage?"

"The third gap you pointed out yesterday doesn't match up."Silas pushed the door open and slapped the black hard drive onto the center of the long table with a sharp crack.He pulled out a chair with long strides, sat, stretched his long legs out, and leaned back. A cocky half-smile hung on his face."Six shipments from Blackstone's back end. Every outbound slip stamped with the Far North Council's exemption seal. Ms. Darcy, even if Garrick borrowed my name, if Kingston's outposts didn't clear them, how did the convoys get through the southern line? Your own front door leaks, and you're pinning it on me."Darcy's red pen didn't stop. She drew a heavy line across the shipping manifest.