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she countered. “Ah…” he exhaled. Emily wished the luminous runes on the dashboard provided a greater density of light. She could not decipher the micro-expressions on his face. Yet his vocal cords lacked the panicked tremor of a warrior who had exposed a lethal vulnerability. “Deliver the confirmation, Lucas… Did the tongue speak the truth, or did the frost corrupt my hearing?” she asked. “Emily… your ears recorded the exact frequency,” he answered after a brief suspension of breath. “So, your alignment…” She lacked the precise terminology to finish the equation within the rigid culture of the packs.

‎ ‎ ‎" The set is being built at some place called Carcassonne. Lucas is already on-site awaiting your arrival. Don't be late!" ‎ ‎ ‎"and also, think of how juicy this is for your brand." ‎ ‎The line clicked shut. ‎ ‎ ‎i rolled my eyes, I hated that he was right. ‎ ‎ ‎Slowly, I lowered the phone. My father was losing his company to the Emorys here, and Lucas was over there. ‎ ‎ ‎If I stayed in this city, the wreck would swallow me whole. ‎ ‎ ‎I turned around, my gaze locking onto Eugene..

“That could take years.” “Then it takes years. I waited eight years building ETHEREAL. I can wait longer to get my son back. But this time, I’m not waiting quietly. I’m building an empire so massive that Adrian Moore becomes irrelevant. And when he’s irrelevant, he loses his power over me. Over Ethan. Over everything.” Lucas pulled out a contract. Thick. Detailed. Already prepared.

The words lingered in the room long after Natalie stopped speaking. Lucas looked at the registration records on the laptop again, then closed it with more force than he intended. "There has to be a mistake." "There isn't," Natalie replied. "I checked three separate databases before I came here." "He shut that company down years ago." "I know." Lucas rested both hands on the table and stared at the polished wood between them. Teresa watched him carefully. This wasn't the calm, unreadable man she'd come to expect. He looked as though someone had pulled a thread he hadn't realized was still holding everything together.

You expect me to believe your only interest is the survival of my father’s empire, Luca? Julia asked, her reflection mirrored darkly in the window glass. "What is your price?" "I want the international shipping routes secured," Luca replied without a moment’s hesitation. "Anthony was sloppy with the offshore accounts toward the end. He was moving money into dark pools that I couldn't trace, risking our European networks. I want total control over the foreign logistics, and you retain complete control over the domestic territory and the council. We split the empire cleanly."

He nodded, then said, “If you keep digging through business records, eventually you’ll make a connection for MID sending payments to Greiner. I can’t find out who started the LLC, but I would bet all the money in my bank account that it’s the founder of MID.” I felt dizzy from hearing this, so I walked over and sat down in one of the chairs, and then I asked James, “So, what are they doing with these people?” He put his hand on my shoulder and rubbed it gently. With a voice full of trepidation, he replied, “That I can’t answer, Amelia. But what I do know is that it can’t be anything good.”

I ask frowning. "Because I love you and care about you." He says. "Lucas, you shouldn't have." I say picking up my phone to text Noah. I send him a quick message asking about what him and Lucas talked about. Noah replies right away, he says don't worry it was a good talk. Not providing anymore details. "Well I have to get going little sis," Lucas says with a smile. "I'll call you later, be safe." He adds before leaving, he's heading back to New York today.

Lucy looked at him boldly and opened her laptop. "I actually designed an accounting software for the Empire. I will track and record the finances, as well as taxes, for the Empire and its subordinate packs." He smiled at Lucy and then looked at the three of us again. "You three have gone above and beyond with these gifts. My father would be more than pleased.”

I’d read about it in history books before my capture, but I didn’t understand how it was prevalent now. “I’m sure you don’t know about the most interesting part,” said Lucas. The smile he wore was thinner than usual. Like it was hiding something. I watched as he knocked back the last of the blood-wine in his goblet an sighed. The stench of the blood on his breath was nauseating. “You see, I understand your confusion better than anyone. You want to know why we’re doing what we’re doing. The answers you seek can be found in the Empire’s story.” “Can’t you…just tell me?” I asked.

Chloe had named everything she established after her late godmother ‘Empire’ so the public had always wondered who owned the empire. From the school down to her factories and hospitals and companies, it all made sense now, the video had finally proven that the owner of these various establishments existed and it was just a little girl. Thou they haven’t figured out the complete story behind her success they were one step closer. Sandra had just arrived at Empire academy with a lot of bodyguards to protect her from the masses. On getting there she realized that the school was swamped with the press. Getting in was very difficult. Meanwhile Chloe had retreated to her office with Stephanie and