Chapter 11
Author: fechisheddy
last update2026-11-02 16:03:51

By mid-morning, the rumours had spread across the city like wildfire, taking control of Evergreen Bay. What began as disbelieving chatter among the powerful elites in the hotel lounge had rapidly transformed into a full-blown sensation across the province.

Lord Bruce, the representative who held the financial throat of the region, had bowed. He had dropped flat onto his knees in the marble lobby of the Royal Grand Hotel, right in front of dozens of prominent businessmen and journalists.

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