RISE OF THE BILLIONAIRE SON-IN-LAW

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"If that's all, then let’s move," Kelan said, his voice calm but firm. The men nodded and began to prepare, adjusting their gear and checking their weapons. Each man knew their role, and there was no room for mistakes.

The group moved with precision, splitting into smaller teams as they made their way to the vehicles waiting outside. The air was tense, but they were professionals—focused and ready.

As they climbed into the vans, Kelan gave a final nod to the driver. "Stick to the plan. No detours. We need to be in and out fast."

The driver nodded back, and the vans pulled out, heading toward their target. The streets passed by in a blur of lights and shadows, the city quiet at this late hour. Inside the van, the men sat in silence, the only sounds being the occasional click of gear being checked and the low hum of the engine.

Kelan sat at the front, his mind running through every detail of the plan. He glanced back at the men, making sure they were ready. They had done this before, bu