CHAPTER 60
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"You look like you've seen a ghost, Marcellus."

Dante's voice cut through the suffocating silence in the room, his amusement barely veiling the danger beneath. His sharp gaze flickered between Marcellus and Hudson, taking in their stunned expressions.

Marcellus' jaw clenched. His fingers twitched at his sides as he struggled to process what had just happened. A man of high influence—someone they never imagined would bow to Javier—was now kneeling before him.

Javier, however, remained eerily calm, his dark eyes locked onto the kneeling man. "Stand up." His voice was even, but there was an edge to it, a quiet command that sent a shiver through the air.

The man obeyed immediately, rising with a deep nod of respect. "I have made my decision. I will serve you, Everhart."

Hudson's fists tightened. "You damn traitor! Do you have any idea what you've just done?" His voice was rough, desperate even, as if shouting could reverse the inevitable.

Javier turned slightly, tilting his head. "He's do
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