Chapter 85 (Masked figures)

James Detroit sat impatiently in the passenger seat of the black SUV, his fingers rhythmically tapping against the airbag compartment.

Each tap sent a shiver down the spine of the driver, who was nervously parked a few feet away from the Burke's rendezvous point. The driver smiled weakly, trying to hide his anxiety, but he knew all too well what that tapping meant: James was upset.

"Don’t tell me it’s that stupid boy wasting my time again," James muttered, his voice thick with frustration. "I can’t keep doing this every day."

His thoughts wandered as he tapped faster. Next week was the deadline for the Washington family’s debt repayment, and so far, there hadn’t been any sign they could manage it. James had been ready to pounce, to seize the Washingtons’ house.

"What the hell did father and the Washington family agree to in the first place?" James thought, clenching his fist.

His phone buzzed, pulling him from his dark musings. He glanced at the screen, his eyebrows lifting in surpr
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