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CHAPTER NINETY FIVE: Tension
Author: Jejewiyyah
last update2025-08-16 15:18:01

The marble-floored boardroom of the Brown Empire headquarters was quiet except for the steady tapping of Victory’s fingers against the polished table. Davis sat opposite him, scrolling through his phone with a dark scowl that only deepened as the screen lit with new messages.

Victory broke the silence. “You’ve been on that thing for twenty minutes. What’s going on?”

Davis didn’t look up. “Rumors. Nonsense.”

Victory leaned forward. “What kind of nonsense?”

Davis hesitated before sharing the information. For all his skepticism, he couldn’t deny that three different contacts men who rarely agreed on anything, had all sent him the same cryptic line that morning: ‘The chairman’s son is alive.’

He tossed the phone onto the table with a sharp clatter. “They’re saying Alex's heir didn’t die. That he was alive all along. That he worked here.”

Victory frowned. “What?”

“Exactly,” Davis snapped. “It’s absurd. Nothing more than bar gossip.” He said trying hard to dismiss that rumor, even though hi
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