Strike Back Of The Secret Billionaire

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The rain started just after midnight, tapping the windows of Brent Walker’s study with a restless rhythm.

The air outside was heavy.

Brent stood by the window, hands in his pockets.

Inside, the mansion was quiet, but not empty. In the living room, James slouched on the leather sofa, laptop open and a pile of files spread across the coffee table.

Sophia—sharp-eyed, always thinking—sat on the rug in front of the fire, sorting through reports.

Across from her, Lucy and Adams played chess. Their moves were slow and wary, as if they were negotiating more than just pawns and rooks.

Brent watched the city lights flicker, the distant thunder rolling in. His jaw was set, his eyes cold. He hadn’t said much since the gala started.

He didn’t have to. The whole team felt the storm coming.

James looked up from his screen, catching Brent’s eye. “They’re still at it,” he said, nodding toward the television, wh