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**Chapter 35**

The night was unusually quiet as Matthew strolled through the garden of the Donovan mansion, his hands clasped behind his back. The crisp air was refreshing, a stark contrast to the heat of the battles he had fought in the boardrooms and back alleys of the city. Tonight, however, his mind was elsewhere, focused on the final moves of his intricate game of revenge.

The house loomed behind him, a symbol of the power and wealth he had reclaimed. It was a far cry from the days when he had been treated as a joke, a mere puppet to be manipulated and discarded. Those days were gone, and the people who had mocked him were about to face their reckoning.

Matthew’s phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking his thoughts. He pulled it out, glancing at the screen. It was a message from Yvonne: *They’re in place. Ready when you are.*

A slow, calculated smile spread across Matthew’s face as he read the message. Everything was proceeding according to plan. He had spent years preparing for thi