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Chapter 32 — The Eyes Behind the Smoke
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‎The hunt had begun. And now the prey wanted to look into the hunter’s eyes.

Morning fully arrived over the city, but sunlight did nothing to clear the damage left behind. Markets opened shaky. Executives smiled through panic. Media outlets chased rumors they could not verify. Private circles whispered louder than public ones.

‎And beneath all of it... Power was shifting.

Adrian Voss had entered the business world quietly.

‎Now he was no longer quiet.

‎At Blackstone Tower, the operations floor
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