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**Chapter 32**

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the Donovan estate. Inside, Matthew sat in his study, his fingers drumming rhythmically against the mahogany desk. The room was filled with the scent of rich leather and the faint aroma of the cigar he had set aside. His mind was sharp, eyes narrowed in deep thought as he plotted his next move. The events of the past weeks had propelled him to the forefront of the city’s elite, but he wasn’t satisfied yet. There were still scores to settle.

A knock on the door broke his concentration. “Come in,” he said, his voice calm and controlled.

Yvonne entered the room, her expression unreadable. She moved with grace, closing the door softly behind her. “It’s done,” she announced, her tone as cold and efficient as ever. “Jack’s assets have been completely frozen. He’s penniless. And as for Rachel—”

Matthew’s eyes flickered with a dangerous gleam at the mention of his ex-wife. “What about her?”

“She’s been cut off fro