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Chapter 9: A Moment of Silence
Author: RainaHR
last update2026-06-02 23:26:12

The silence in the grand ballroom was not merely quiet. It was the heavy, suffocating pressure of a hundred elite nobles suddenly realizing that their lives were being held in the hands of a man who looked like he had spent the last hour crawling through a sewer. Nicolás shifted his weight, still cradling Renata against his chest. His mud-caked boots left dark, unsightly stains on the polished white marble floor. He looked at the rows of terrified Syndicate lords, then glanced down at his own r
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