Legacy Of The Chaotic Heir

Chapter Ninety two

In a moment of urgency and isolation, Gunther's mind raced, contemplating his options. The only beacon of support he could think of was Jane, the astute confidante who had weathered storms alongside him. With a heavy heart, he reached for his phone, dialing Jane's number repeatedly trying to close the gap of increasing uncertainty.

Amidst the ringing, Gunther's phone vibrated in his pocket, a flicker of hope accompanying the familiar buzz. It was Jane calling.

Knowing their talk was sensitive, Gunther quietly moved to a corner in the fancy room, making it seem private to keep their conversation away from Clinton's nosy ears.

At the same time, Clinton was unaware of the many conversations happening around him. He was just chilling in the fancy sitting room, but his presence felt out of place among the elegant surroundings of the mansion.

"Ten missed calls, Gunther. What's the emergency?" Her voice, tinged with concern, resonated through the phone as she initiated the conversation.

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