Chapter 342
Author: Mel Hope
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Antonio didn’t bother checking the time or questioning the urgency. Calls like this didn’t come without reason.

“Yes,” he said.

The voice on the other end belonged to one of his most trusted men, Kade.

His tone was tense and measured.

It was the voice of a man delivering news that could not be taken back.

“Boss… we found something. And it’s not what we expected.”

Antonio straightened at once, his posture rigid and alert.

“Speak clearly.”

There was a pause.

Antonio could hear faint background noise on the line, the muted sounds of movement, the subtle hum of activity. Then Kade spoke again.

“The people behind your father’s poisoning… they’re members of the Morris family.”

The words struck Antonio like a physical blow to the chest.

For a fraction of a second, his mind rejected them outright. The meaning didn’t register.

It hovered in the air refusing to settle. He stood frozen, his fingers tightening around the phone as if grounding himself in something solid.

For a moment, he thoug
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