CHAPTER 95. THE SOVEREIGN

The cold air of the French countryside brushed against the estate’s high walls, but the atmosphere inside was far colder. Lucian, once the puppet master pulling strings in the shadows, now sat at the long table like a dethroned king. His slick composure was cracking, his hands gripping the table’s edge as Oliver loomed over him.

Nero stood by the entrance, his imposing frame and calculated gaze ensuring no one dared move. Elena, though she had been advised to stay behind, had slipped into the scene, watching the confrontation unfold from a shadowed corner. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Oliver, who embodied an unstoppable force of justice.

Oliver’s voice was cold as steel. “You’ve built your empire on fear and manipulation, Lucian. But tonight, you face someone who doesn’t fear you.”

Lucian smirked weakly, trying to recover some semblance of control. “Do you think taking me down will end this game? There will always be another Lucian, another man ready to seize power.”

Oliver le
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