Chapter 134
Author: JAE
last update2026-08-31 22:46:05

Clara’s POV

I arrived at my father’s house early enough to look prepared, not eager.

The reports under my arm were real, the market summaries, partner notes, a clean one-page brief on the regional logistics realignment.

I had spent half the night making sure every number was defensible. If he wanted competence, I would put it on the table in front of him.

If he wanted loyalty, I would speak the language he still respected.

Marcus’s car was already in the drive.

Of course it was.

I found them
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