477 Margaret approached the estate’s towering iron gates, her emerald gown swishing against the gravel as Lawrence flanked her, his eyes scanning the shadows. On the other side of the gate, a lone figure stood shrouded in darkness, the hood of a tattered coat obscuring their face. The evening air w

479 Harrison tossed the phone onto the bed, his jaw tightening as rage simmered beneath the surface. His breathing was shallow, his chest heaving as if trying to contain the storm threatening to spill out. The woman beside him, draped in a slinky red dress that clung to her curves, leaned in with a

481 Margaret sighed heavily, her fingers brushing the edge of her phone as it buzzed for the third time in a row. The name on the screen was still flashing: Julius Wettin. "Persistent little snake," she muttered under her breath before reluctantly swiping to answer. "What do you want, Julius?" Her

483 --- The convoy moved swiftly under the cover of darkness, the hum of engines barely audible over the rustle of wind through the trees. Margaret sat in the lead vehicle, her sharp gaze fixed on the horizon. Across from her sat Tully, who fidgeted nervously, flanked by Lawrence and Victor. “Yo

485 Margaret leaned back in her chair, her fingers drumming against the desk. “Which is why we need leverage. We can’t just sit around waiting for them to make the next move.” James’s eyes darkened. “Leverage? Against the Broker? That’s a tall order, lady Margaret. You’re talking about one of the