RISE OF THE BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

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Back In Russia ****

Sir Kemp sat comfortably in a large leather chair, the dark color of the seat contrasting with the light blue walls of the room. He held a delicate porcelain cup in his hand, calmly sipping his coffee. Even in this quiet moment, there was an undeniable sense of power about him. His dark suit fit him perfectly, giving off an air of authority that didn’t need any flashy display. One look was enough to know: this man was in charge.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and a young delegate rushed in, his eyes wide with panic. "Sir Kemp!" he shouted, his voice shaky with fear and urgency.

Sir Kemp didn’t react immediately. He slowly set his cup down on the small table beside him, moving with a calmness that suggested nothing could disturb him. Then he looked up, his eyes sharp and focused.

"Yes?" he said in a deep, steady voice. He leaned back in his chair, showing just a hint of curiosity, though his face remained calm and unreadable. He was not a man easily interrupted, and