CHAPTER 148
Author: Author_Danny
last update2026-04-30 16:25:37

I spend three weeks living a completely normal life.

It is a strange and beautiful thing to wake up without fear.

The St. Claire Group is thriving under the new board.

Thomas handles the daily financial operations with ease.

Diane manages our legal standing without breaking a sweat.

I spend my days focusing on the east port development.

We pour concrete. We raise steel beams.

We build something real that will last for generations.

The nights are quiet.

I sleep deeply. I do not dream of dark bas
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