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Fin opened the conference hall door for Marcus. "Master, Mr. Wright is here," Fin informed. Marcus put the phone down on the table and take his seat, "Be seated Mr. Wright," Marcus ruthlessly said without even looking at Tyrant who stood in respect to bow him, meeting started... In Smith's Mansion, Olivia peacefully had her breakfast, Charity fed her spoon by spoon and Alice kept smiling looking at her, "Would you like to have something to eat Alice?" Olivia asked.

My gaze drifted toward the screen as it vibrated on the table, buzzing insistently. I picked it up with a shaky hand. “Hello?” I breathed, my voice barely more than a whisper, laced with tension. “Are you ready?” Justin’s voice came through the speaker, warm and steady. Hearing him made my heart flutter and my throat tighten. I swallowed hard, then gave a small nod he couldn’t see. “Yes,” I managed to say, trying to sound composed. “I’m ready.” He hummed softly in response. That familiar sound of his made me close my eyes for a second.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

“Okay, that sounds easy enough. I’m in. Who starts?” “You go first,” Audrey replied, her gaze fixed on him, her anticipation almost palpable. Zach paused for a moment, drawing in a deep breath. “Alright, here goes...” He exhaled slowly, the smile fading just a little. “Wow, I didn’t think this would be so hard,” he admitted, laughing softly to himself. “Okay, where do I begin?” “Anywhere you want,” Audrey encouraged gently. “It’s your story.”

And no doubt, have hot dreams about it. It’s another book suggestion from her. I’ve just finished the last one she recommended, and honestly, I shouldn’t dive into another. Once I start reading, I lose myself completely. But this time, she’s telling me to listen to it. Audiobook. That’s new. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I click the link she sent, and in a matter of seconds, the book is purchased and playing through my home speakers. I settle back in bed, letting the narrator’s deep voice wash over me, and within moments, I realize Lucy’s sent me a stalker romance. Great.

Dea, who was lying on the bed, suddenly felt the urge to turn on her phone, which was previously turned off. For some reason, something was bothering her. The flat device, once lifeless, was now brought back to life by the woman. She gazed at the screen with an expressionless face, assuming there was nothing there. However, her assumption was wrong. There were several messages and calls from an unfamiliar number. Yet, Dea knew it was Mr. Bad. She immediately started reading the messages.

Valentina slid into the last stall, locked it, and set the briefcase on the narrow shelf above the toilet. Her hands moved fast, efficient. The key turned with a faint click, and the lid lifted. There it was. The ledger. Black leather, worn at the edges, its pages thick with ink. She flipped it open, her breath catching as names and numbers spilled across the paper: shipments, ports, bribes, politicians bought and paid for—routes carved in blood. It wasn’t just a ledger—it was an empire written in code and ink. Her chest tightened. If Dante wanted this, it wasn’t for leverage—it was for war.

"Ced, Don just got back. He's still adjusting to the time zone. I've known him since we were kids, so I'll stay in the master bedroom tonight and talk business with him. You can sleep in the guest room." Donovan shot me a look of pure challenge, then swaggered after her into my bedroom as if it had always been his. At the same moment, my phone vibrated. The screen lit with a text alert from an overseas bank. [Your account ending in 8888 received USD 20,000,000.00 at 20:30 today.] My senior's 20,000,000 dollars had arrived. I opened the online contract and signed it on the spot.

“Passports frozen, media prepped, law on standby, live feed rolling. When the toast ends, Ricci’s people step in.” Anna let out a slow breath, as though tasting freedom for the first time. “And they can’t claim I forged anything—because it’s their own voices.” “Exactly,” Vincent said. He slid the flash drive toward me. “Backup of the audio and every document. Guard it like your life depends on it.” I pocketed the drive, then turned to Anna, pulling her chair closer until our knees touched. “Tomorrow ends their empire,” I whispered. “And begins yours.” For a moment she just stared, a single tear slipping down before she wiped it away with the back of her hand. “Let’s burn it down, Jace.”

He arched his back in agony as he murmured the same thing over and over again. "Use me." Selene looked down and realized that his once flawless skin had turned grayish and dull. His hair was coarse. His body exuded the foul stench of sweat and blood. She rose to her feet and walked over to him. "But Zirion, I don't trust you," she said each word icily. "Whether it was out of guilt or laughable repentance, what you've said means nothing to me. It's because I won't ever believe a word you say."