Chapter 72
Author: Dep Flair
last update2025-12-22 00:45:00

Crawford Manor felt different in daylight. Less imposing, more tired. The estate that had witnessed three generations of Crawford ambition now felt like a stage where the actors had forgotten their lines.

Michael's car crunched up the gravel drive. His father had called the meeting for two in the afternoon, giving both sons time to arrive separately. Strategic, as always. Richard Crawford didn't do anything without purpose.

Eric's Range Rover was already parked near the main entrance. Michael f
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