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Chapter 46: The trap closes
Author: Josephine Mary
last update2025-04-25 15:47:44

The notification pings on my phone just after sunrise. I’m reviewing reports in the study, half-distracted, when I see the message come through.an encrypted file from one of my contacts in Thailand.

I open it instantly.

Kwang.

The man wasted no time reporting Zac’s condition. According to him, Zac is dangling between life and death. Poison. A kiss laced with venom. Classic move elegant but brutal. A woman’s touch can kill more effectively than a bullet. Kwang says the local doctor is trying to keep him alive, but even with constant care, the outcome remains uncertain.

I rub my temples.

Zac’s reckless hunger for power made him blind. He underestimated the savagery of the game he walked into. And now, it’s backfiring spectacularly.

But Zac isn’t my only problem.

Justin’s father already knows. Kwang made sure of that too he wouldn’t risk keeping something so critical to himself. And knowing the old man, he won’t stay silent. He’s likely passed the information on to Justin by now.

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