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Checkmate
Author: Cindy Chen
last update2025-02-13 21:11:02

A tense silence hung in the air like a storm about to break. The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across the long dining table, but even the warmth of the fire could not thaw the chill that suddenly gripped the room.

Marylin, impatient as ever, broke the stillness first. Her carefully composed smile thinned as she leaned slightly forward. "Well, Calen?" her voice was laced with urgency. "Do you agree?"

Elijah’s smirk deepened at her insistence, but he said nothing, only watching Calen with an amused gleam in his eyes.

Marylin continued, her tone coaxing yet firm. "If you agree, you must clear Lila and Evan’s names first. Once that is done, we will grant you the rank you desire."

At the snap of Elijah’s fingers, a servant stepped forward soundlessly, placing a neatly prepared contract on the table before Calen, along with an elegant silver pen.

Elijah gestured at the document, his voice smooth and confident. "I have already prepared the agreement. Everything is in writing." His f
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