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Author: YEMII WRIITES
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Meanwhile, the Schwarzengers was rolling smoothly through the city in a convoy of blacked-out Limousines, silent and imposing as a funeral procession.

Inside the middle Limousine vehicle, the silence was broken only by the soft hum of the climate control. Elijah Schwarzenger leaned back against the plush leather, the ghost of a cruel smile playing on his lips. The performance at Xian Mirage was over, and now his business with Aaron continued.

“Bartholomew,” Elijah said, his voice a low, calm command that cut through the quiet. “Get Maestro on the line. Let’s hear his side of things. I want an update on the estate.”

Bartholomew, seated in the front passenger seat, nodded. “Right away, my lord.” He reached for the sophisticated SCHWARXX communication device mounted on the dashboard, his finger poised to activate the encrypted line.

Before he could make the connection, a distinct, melodic ringtone that starked contrast to the car's oppressive atmosphere chimed from Elijah’s personal
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