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CHAPTER 279
Author: Arthea Edelweis
last update2025-07-18 10:01:24

Javier stood by the window of the penthouse suite, the distant glow of Marseille’s skyline stretching before him. His reflection was calm, the cool steel in his eyes betraying nothing of the storm gathering beneath his composed exterior. Valeria stood at the far side of the room, phone pressed to her ear as she coordinated the next security shift. Heather sat nearby, fingers typing rapidly on her tablet, monitoring every movement tied to Quentin Hawthorne’s convoy.

“They’ll make a scene,” Valeria said sharply after ending her call. She walked toward Javier. “Quentin is not coming to negotiate. He’s coming to tear you apart in front of the global board.”

Javier’s lips barely moved. “Let him try.”

Heather’s tone remained clinical as she spoke up, “Quentin’s people have already infiltrated the conference’s hospitality arrangements. Two floor managers, several catering staff, and at least three private security contractors have been bought.”

Javier’s voice remained calm. “Replace them.”

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