Chapter 403
Author: Pen thinker
last update2026-08-07 21:54:46

His voice had acquired genuine indignation now—the wounded pride of someone who believes they deserve deference, who expects to be listened to, who is genuinely offended that their preferred narrative is not being immediately accepted and acted upon.

"And I'm sick and tired of this," Marcus said, his words coming out sharp, coming out final. "Sick and tired of being treated like I'm nobody. Like my family doesn't matter. Like we're subject to the same rules as common people. Like we don't deser
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