Chapter 353
Author: Mel Hope
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The eldest uncle, a man with graying hair and a sharp, calculating gaze, leaned forward, breaking the thick silence that had settled over the room.

His presence alone seemed to command attention, the quiet authority of years of experience radiating from him.

“You’ve piqued our interest, Victor,” he said slowly, his voice measured, deliberate, and heavy with expectation.

“You claim you have information about Antonio Morris—his secret and his strength. Tell us, what is it? What makes him so untouchable?”

A ripple of murmurs ran through the gathered family members.

The cousins exchanged glances, their eyes alight with curiosity and anticipation.

For years, they had tried, each in their own way, to find a chink in Antonio’s armor, a weakness to exploit, a way to counter the dominance he wielded effortlessly.

They had watched, often with frustration, as he grew more powerful, more influential, and more respected—sometimes feared—by all who knew him.

Each of Victor’s words now carrie
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