CHAPTER 61
Author: Millie
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Marcus met Kray at the older man's private club, a room deliberately devoid of the kind of ostentation Marcus had always associated with genuine old money, and understood, sitting across from him, that he still knew considerably less about his benefactor than the arrangement probably warranted.

"You've been unusually quiet about your actual interest in Cassian Ferrer," Marcus said, emboldened by three weeks of Kray's resources finally stabilizing Draven Group's liquidity position enough that he
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