The Billionaire's Hidden Son

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"Did you all have a dead wish?" Stephen demanded, his voice laced with fury and a hint of desperation. Nathan could feel the tension in the room intensifying, as if the very air itself was charged with electricity. In that moment, he knew he had to take action.

Without hesitation, Nathan swiftly made his way towards the makeshift stage, snatching the microphone from its stand. Amplifying his voice, he addressed the crowd with a commanding presence. "You all should dispatch now, leave already!" he thundered, the authority in his tone cutting through the atmosphere like a blade. The collective gasp, followed by an almost synchronized retreat, was evidence that his words held power.

As the last stragglers hurriedly departed, Nathan felt a weight lifted from his shoulders. The room filled with a collective exhalation, the lingering tension gradually dissipating. He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a newfound sense of liberation, allowing the calm to settle in before h