2024-09-23 00:01:27“Grandpa, you shouldn’t get so worked up over something so small. It’s bad for your health.”
“Small... small matter?”
Grandpa Abraham stammered, his voice subdued, as if he had swallowed the bitterest of pills.
“How can you—”
Suddenly, he gasped, clutching his chest.
“Ahhh!”
His heart raced uncontrollabl
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Alex looked at Grandmother Marta."You're right," he said. "I'm not going to tell you who I am. That's not relevant to this meeting." He leaned forward slightly."What's relevant is that the trust instrument says Feby gets her money. You've been withholding it for fourteen months past the legal trigger date. In that time, the estate has continued to generate returns which have been administered by the co-administrator structure — which means by your family. Every month of delay is a month of returns that should have been accessible to Feby and weren't." He paused."I'm not a lawyer. But I've read the documents, and from where I'm sitting, this looks less like prudent management and more like four years of spending someone else's money and finding reasons not to give it back."The silence was absolute.Leon broke it first, and the friendliness in his voice had thinned considerably. "That's an extraordinary accusation.""It's not an accusation," Alex said. "It's a description of what th
Chapter 686
The Rydell family home was the kind of place that had been designed to make visitors feel small.Three stories of pale stone, iron-latticed windows, a gate that required a mana-key to open — the kind of gate that announced, before anyone inside had spoken a word, that the people within considered themselves a different category of person than whoever was standing outside it.Alex stood outside it with Feby and noted all of this without comment.She had told him on the tram ride over. Her father — Edmund Steinmeyer, dead four years now — had left behind a fortune so substantial that the precise number had never been discussed in polite company.What had been discussed, extensively and behind closed doors, was the question of what happened to it.Edmund had died without a will that satisfied everyone.His money had passed into a family trust administered jointly — which in practice meant administered by the Rydell side, her mother's family, who had been living off the interest since the
Chapter 685
She had a bruise on her jaw and she was pointing at him like she owned him."That one," she said again, apparently for the benefit of the knight who had stepped sideways to block her, because she was already moving around him.Alex watched her cross the room. She moved the way people moved when they were frightened and had decided to be angry about it instead — purposeful, slightly too fast, her eyes fixed on him with the concentrated intensity of someone who had made a decision on the walk over and was not going to reconsider it now.She stopped in front of his chair.He looked up at her.She looked down at him.Neither of them said anything for a moment."You're the one from the alley," she said. It wasn't a question."I didn't see your face," Alex said."I saw yours and your naked body." She pulled the chair beside him out and sat, uninvited, angling her body so that her back was to the knight named Dax. A small tactical choice. Alex noted it. "You're in trouble.""Moderate trouble
Chapter 684
The wormhole tasted like lightning and old copper.Alex felt it before he understood it — that electric wrongness on his tongue, the metallic pull at the back of his throat, as the old man carried him through the tear in space.Ragnar was there too, limp and silent, the old man bearing both of them through the fold in reality as though he'd done it a thousand times.Alex had no idea where they were taking him. He knew only one thing with terrible certainty: he would not survive the journey's end.Whatever mercy had kept him breathing until now would end the moment they stepped through the other side.Move.His nascent soul power surged from that buried place, and Alex threw every fragment of it against his own chains.His muscles screamed.His vision strobed white.And then — the
Chapter 683
"It's fabricated." Ragnar's composure had finally begun to fray at the seams, his certainty fraying with it. "It's a projection. A trick. You're being manipulated — all of you — this is a fraud!"Around him, people exchanged uncertain glances, the seed of doubt quietly taking root among the crowd."Fraud?" The word left Alex's lips with a sharp laugh — humorless, deliberate. "Then let's go live."A soft mechanical hum moved through the hall.Eve drifted forward — unhurried, silver, small — as though the chaos filling the hall were nothing more than weather passing through. Its casing opened gently, and from its optical array two live feeds bloomed into the air: soft but clear, laying both armies bare for every soul in the room to witness."Sofina." Alex's voice was quiet and precise. "You can address those armies directly. From here. They will see your face — and every word you speak, they will hear."Sofina straightened."People of House Dornwald. People of House Eisenwall." Her voic
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Duke Eisenwall's gaze dropped to the floor.To Dornwald's body.
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