Chapter 19: The Ceiling of the Wo
Author: Fillani Putri
last update2026-02-21 18:44:14
The rooftop of Thorne Tower was silent, save for the low hum of the city beneath it. River City was a sprawl of neon and steel, a monument to Arlo Thorne’s total dominance. He had bought the banks, the governments, and the very air people breathed. He had achieved the ultimate dream of every capitalist: absolute monopoly.

But as Arlo stood at the edge of the helipad, looking out over the horizon, he didn't feel like a winner. He felt a strange, crushing sensation in the atmosphere, as if the sky
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