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“It was the best we could find. Won’t show up on a tox screen but will make him really drowsy. After the second glimpse, you need to take this elevator to his penthouse suit. The reason we are in the second penthouse is that the two balconies are only ten feet apart, close enough for you to jump. From there, just sit and wait till he comes up and Anthony will guide him into his room after he becomes too drowsy to walk.” “Why do I even need to let him see me, why can’t I just go to his room and wait?” This plan was a little much for me. “There are so many things that can go wrong.” “Have you not paid attention to his promises and this campaign? He is signing into a bill that states all govern

he said, his tone laced with disdain. I sneered, meeting his gaze. “You think this changes anything? You’re playing a dangerous game, Grey.” He stepped closer, his face inches from mine. “This isn’t a game, Frank. This is justice.” Behind him, a screen flickered to life, showing live footage of Gabby’s son. My stomach twisted. Grey noticed my reaction and smirked. “Oh, yes. We’ve been watching. Did you really think we wouldn’t find him?” “You’re making a mistake,” I growled.

She took the paper with trembling hands, her eyes scanning Queenie's name and the time of death written in stark black and white. Her face went deathly pale, and she stumbled back. The death certificate slipped from her hands and fell to the ground. "No… No, it's impossible. Queenie can't be dead. How could she be dead? Xavier, what kind of nanny did you hire to watch her?"

My husband died in a fire trying to save me, leaving behind a mountain of debt and a newborn child. I worked hard to pay off the debt while raising the child, only to unintentionally discover that my husband hadn’t died at all. Instead, he was sleeping with my cousin. “Honey, you’re so clever. You transferred all the company funds and faked your death, leaving that stupid wife of yours to shoulder all the debt. “She’s so clueless that she doesn’t even realize the son she’s raising isn’t hers, that I swapped him out. Once she’s done paying off the debts, the three of us can live a great life together.”

She sat like a queen, a smug, triumphant smile playing on her lips. I checked the digital interface on my wrist, hidden beneath my long silk gloves. The decryption code I had pulled from Malakai's drive was primed. With a single tap, I uploaded a localized virus directly into the theater's main server loop. Suddenly, the massive digital display behind the auctioneer flickered violently. The bidding numbers vanished, replaced by a cascading waterfall of bleeding red data. It was the complete history of the Vance syndicate's illegal offshore transactions, human trafficking routes, and corporate fraud—scrolling in full view of the city's most powerful billionaires.