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Author: Thewitchwriter
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Chapter 128

The city was quiet by the time Jeffery reached his private office on the top floor of the Glass Tower. From the outside, it looked like any other corporate suite — sleek, sterile, professional. But behind the tinted doors and the gleam of expensive art, Jeffery’s office was a different kind of battlefield.

He loosened his tie, dropped into the leather chair, and poured himself a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid caught the dim light, swirling like fire.

“Arrogant brat,” he muttered, his voice low and sharp. “He thinks he can walk back into this family and take everything that belongs to me.”

He replayed Alexander’s cold words in his mind — “You were never my father, Jeffery. And I was never your child.” The audacity of it made his jaw clench. For years, Jeffery had waited for this— for a chance to consolidate his power while Alexander was gone, presumed dead. And now, the boy had returned, disrupting everything.

He took a slow sip, then reached for his phone. His fingers
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