Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

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Derek ran a hand through his hair in frustration, pacing back and forth in the grand office as his father, Victor Hawthorne, sat behind his massive mahogany desk, watching him with a cold, calculating gaze. The silence between them stretched on until Victor finally broke it.

“You’re getting sloppy, Derek,” Victor said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut through the tension in the room. “I told you before, we don’t move until the plan is airtight. Now look at the mess you’ve created.”

Derek spun around, his expression defiant. “I had everything under control. Allvar was supposed to be dealt with. If it wasn’t for Tom screwing up—"

Victor slammed his hand on the desk, cutting Derek off mid-sentence. “Enough with the excuses! You think you can pin this on Tom? This disaster is your responsibility, and now our family’s reputation is hanging by a thread.”

Derek’s fists clenched at his sides. “Allvar had it coming! He’s been undermining us for months, playing everyone like fools. I co