Chapter 167

Amidst the reconstruction, Oliver Lionheart sat with one of the constructors on a stack of concrete blocks, the parched frame of his company rising from the ashes behind them.

The man fidgeted nervously under Oliver's piercing gaze, aware of the influence he wielded and how easily a snap of Oliver's finger could turn his life into a beautiful fantasy or a nightmare.

Oliver, eyes gleaming with both anger and desperation, leaned forward. "We're not just rebuilding; we're going bigger this time." He faced the man. "We'll rise stronger from the ruins," he declared, his words carrying the weight of both a command and a plea.

The constructor nodded, hesitating before speaking, "Mr. Lionheart, it's risky. We've never taken on a project of this scale."

Oliver's gaze softened, the intensity giving way to vulnerability. "I need this. We need this," he admitted, the desperation seeping into his voice. "I can't afford to lose more allies to Viktor's Grey."

The constructor had always been one of
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