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Milven demands, his voice growing more confident. Raven grabs him by the collar, his anger boiling over. “What makes you think you can ask me for something like that?” Milven holds his hands up. “Come on, don’t get so worked up. You spend money like it’s nothing. You bought your wife a $200 million necklace, that’s just something around her neck! You’ve got the money, so give me what I want, or I’ll tell the press everything.” Raven pushes him away, releasing his grip. “Zerra and I aren’t together anymore.”

Elise pleaded, “which protects you from any fallout, and you’re an eligible female with the right to participate. The Alpha won’t punish you. And I’ll… I’ll pay you.” For a moment, I just stood there, stunned. But then I shook my head as thoughts of seeing my stepsister began to turn my stomach. “I don’t want to see Ava—” “Fifty thousand dollars.” I blinked at Elise, wondering if I had just heard her right. Fifty grand… I owed so much money and interest on my debt… fifty thousand dollars would change everything. Even if it meant having to see her or potentially getting a slap on the wrist for taking Elise’s place.

“I don’t get, is this a meeting with an admirer, a gig or a sponsorship program?” “Who cares? A shitload of money was wired to me to arrange the meeting, I don’t think it’s a big deal to give him one hour if you can get that too yourself.” Unfortunately, Raven’s weakness was money. She needed money to pay for her costly addictions and so she made money to feed the unending addictions in a vicious cycle but the public did not know that. Sapphire did not share the pressing need to make quick money but she admitted she was intrigued. Someone was paying a shit load of money to meet her, she must find out what they wanted.

Matt interjected, his voice hard and demanding. “Yeah.” Arthur sighed heavily. “Elise was a colleague of mine. When Lenna joined my company, Elise became a good friend of hers too. From what I remember, she left Rysterbia around the same time as...” He trailed off. “My birth?” Charlotte finished for him, fully aware of the thoughts swirling in his mind. He nodded somberly, guilt thick in the air. “There was a silver moonstone necklace in the bag you dropped earlier.” Charlotte began to ask the questions that had brought them there. “Who does it belong to?”

“I will. Elara how is the business thriving? Have we made much sales?” Rachel owned a resin gallery, which she anonymously operated in. She didn't want anyone to know she was the CEO of the business, so she stayed hidden, letting Elara do her job. “We've made a lot of sales for the past six months, earning over eleven million dollars, and more are still coming. I also employed some staff to reduce the workload.” Rachel pulled Elara into another hug, “I love you so much Elara, you've always been there for me.” She said, tears of joy pouring out.

“Don't ask how I knew you would be here today. But, just know that not much information is known about Nora by me or you. But I do know that she's hiding—she's probably an agent or some sort of spy since no trace of her records is anywhere; not even in our database.“ Catherines eyes were getting wider with every word he said. “Database?“ she asked suspiciously. Raven looked left and right like he was being cautious about someone hearing them. “I'm sort of like a secret agent, though I'm not supposed to have told you that.“ Catherine nodded in surprise and looked at his face. He looked really sincere—and when she thought of the way he had said the things he said, she believed him. “So… are yo

She smiled, but inside, her heart was a storm, because she wasn’t just rethinking the empire anymore, she was rethinking the future, and she didn’t know if that future could survive the war still raging around them. By late afternoon, the office at Club Eden was alive again with movement, Viktor, Dante, two of Jaxon’s techs, all hunched over screens and files. The room smelled of coffee, smoke, and adrenaline. Raven stood beside Jaxon as Viktor brought up a web of transactions on the monitor. “Evelyn’s funneling funds through a private foundation registered in Geneva. It’s supposed to fund children’s art programs. In reality, it’s washing millions into Zane’s supply routes.”

“Hey.” “Hey,” Raven paused. “All clear?” “Yes.” “So, not entirely surprising that granddad has got his fingers in a fair few pies, some of them less legal than others.” “No, not surprising,” Victor agreed. “Your girl, though, hasn’t had anything to do with him in since she came into a very tidy sum of money courtesy of mummy dearest, though daddy contributed a nice amount, too. Between them, she inherited a tad over forty-three million dollars, plus property across several continents that add at least another fifty to that sum. Not a bad twenty-first birthday present, if I do say so myself.”

" Raven sat, her eyes scanning the papers. Her breath caught as she read a name she recognized—Julien Marceau. "Regarding the investor?" she whispered. "He's involved?" Killian nodded, his jaw set. "A part of more than the firm. He's funding Elias's plan. And now it's not just the firm. It's personal." The shiver ran down Raven's spine. "He's going to kill you." "Us," Killian replied. "He's going to kill us." Raven's fingers rested atop the sheets of paper, thinking furiously. "Why now?"

She breathed slowly to calm her pulsating nerves, then she bent slightly to take off her shoes—she needed a little distraction from the tension. "A few thousand dollars for a private performance by my little bird." Raven paused her actions and straightened in her chair, she searched his face for sarcasm. "A very rich man has offered a hundred thousand dollars to hire you for a private performance." He dropped the bombshell. Her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped, goose pimples breaking out everywhere on her skin. It was too good to be true but the serious expression and excited glint in her manager's eyes told her he was dead serious.