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The Bounty
Author: Jericho Chase
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The luxurious sedan carrying Goldenfold rolled through the wrought-iron gates of his estate, tires crunching over the gravel driveway.

His hands trembled on the steering wheel. His swollen eyes, still damp from tears, stared blankly ahead.

He stepped out, his body aching from the fight, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the humiliation festering in his chest.

As he entered his mansion, inside felt colder than usual.

Servants tiptoed around him, afraid to meet his eyes. He climbed the winding staircase slowly, like a wet hen.

He had lost nearly everything. Barry had left him with his estates and a mere $10 billion which was laughable compared to the empire he once commanded.

His conglomerates, shell companies, private paramilitary factions, and global assets — all of them had been seized under Barry’s name.

Barry could have taken it all. Crushed him completely. But he hadn’t.

Goldenfold paused at the top of the stairs, recalling the brief meeting they had after the
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