Chapter 244
Author: Gem Lynne
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“You’ve disappointed me, Gregg. You don't deserve to live anymore.”

The words fell like a guillotine. Gregg’s face went white, the color drained from his cheeks so fast his lips trembled. For a beat, he simply stared at Ricci, a small, ragged sound catching in his throat. Then, as if the world had tilted, his knees folded and he crumpled to the marble floor, hands thrust forward in supplication.

“Sinore Ricci—please—” Gregg’s voice wobbled, barely more than a whine. He crawled as though the ground itself offered mercy, palms scraping on the cold stone. “ I-I'm still of use to you. I can fix this. You’ve given me chances—just one more, please. I’ll make it right. I’ll get Dynasty Group for you. I swear—”

Ricci moved with a slow, casual menace, as if the man on the floor were a nuisance rather than a person. In one fluid motion, he produced a pistol from beneath the desk, the metal glinting in the dim light. He cocked it. The click was a clean, bone-deep sound.

“How long will I keep up
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  • Chapter 244

    “You’ve disappointed me, Gregg. You don't deserve to live anymore.”The words fell like a guillotine. Gregg’s face went white, the color drained from his cheeks so fast his lips trembled. For a beat, he simply stared at Ricci, a small, ragged sound catching in his throat. Then, as if the world had tilted, his knees folded and he crumpled to the marble floor, hands thrust forward in supplication.“Sinore Ricci—please—” Gregg’s voice wobbled, barely more than a whine. He crawled as though the ground itself offered mercy, palms scraping on the cold stone. “ I-I'm still of use to you. I can fix this. You’ve given me chances—just one more, please. I’ll make it right. I’ll get Dynasty Group for you. I swear—”Ricci moved with a slow, casual menace, as if the man on the floor were a nuisance rather than a person. In one fluid motion, he produced a pistol from beneath the desk, the metal glinting in the dim light. He cocked it. The click was a clean, bone-deep sound.“How long will I keep up

  • Chapter 243

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  • Chapter 242

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