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Chapter 123: The Salt on the Iron
The wind at the eastern naval pier carried the bitter smell of low tide, diesel exhaust, and wet rust.Three in the morning was the dead hour. The city lights behind the high seawall were mostly dark, leaving only the dull safety lanterns along the wet concrete berths. At the far end of Pier Four, tied to iron bollards, sat a sleek sixty-foot private cruiser painted slate gray. Its twin diesel engines were already running with a low rumble that shook the damp air.Two men in dark windbreakers were loading heavy wooden crates into the stern hatch, their boots slipping on the wet gangplank.A few paces back, leaning against a black town car with its trunk wide open, was old man Thorne.He didn't look like the grand lord who had pounded his gold-topped cane on the palace floor three hours ago. His thick overcoat was buttoned crooked, his gray hair was wet from the ocean mist, and the neck brace he wore forced his head into an awkward, stiff position."Hurry up with those chests!" Thorne
Chapter 122: The Master of the House
The iron door of the cell swung in the draft, creaking once before Sloane reached the top of the stone stairs.She held the black leather folder tightly against her ribs with both hands. The cold dampness of the basement lingered on her bare arms, but under her skin, her blood felt like boiling grease. Every step up into the palace felt like walking through glass.She pushed through the wooden door leading into the private residential wing.Unlike the grand public hall downstairs with its banners and crowd of shouting lords, this corridor was silent, covered in deep navy carpet that swallowed every sound. Tall silver wall lights cast a soft yellow glow along the walls.At the end of the hall stood two guards in black high-collared uniforms, their hands resting on the grips of their sidearms.As soon as Sloane turned the corner, their hands tightened on their belts. One took a step forward, his jaw hard."No one enters the private quarters after assembly," the guard said, his voice fla
Chapter 121: The Ledger in the Cell
The palace guards stepped back the moment Riven left the hall.The silence left behind was suffocating. Five hundred lords and council members didn't dare speak above a whisper as they backed out of the doors, stepping around the broken spearheads on the marble. General Vance was already gone, leaving only old man Thorne near the bottom steps, his fat hands shaking as he leaned on his gold cane, glaring at Sloane with pure hatred before his men dragged him into the night.Sloane stood on the top step, her fingers digging into the torn repudiation document in her hands.Her shoulder throbbed where the spear handle had passed close to her. She had held the line in front of the entire capital assembly, but the ground still felt like it was shifting under her feet."Don't stand there looking like an empress just yet, Sloane."Lyra's quiet voice broke through the silent hall. She had stepped out from behind the heavy curtains, her arms folded across her dark jacket."Riven gave you Yard Ni
Chapter 120: The Blood on the Red Carpet
The lead western general drew his saber halfway out of its scabbard, the steel scraping loudly in the frozen hall."Insolent gutter trash!" the general roared, his gray mustache twitching with fury. "Who let this disgraced woman walk onto the High Platform?! Guards, cut her down where she stands!"Four palace guards in armor broke away from the wall, their short spears pointing straight toward Sloane's ribs.Sloane didn't flinch. She didn't lower her hands. Her heart pounded like a war drum in her ears, but her feet stayed planted on the second stone step.Clang!A flat, ringing shockwave blasted across the front of the platform.Riven hadn't stood up. With his left hand, he had casually pushed the handle of his sheathed black sword forward. The steel guard caught the tip of the first guard's spear, snapping the iron head off like dry chalk and sending the guard flying backward onto the carpet.The other three guards stopped at once, their boots sliding on the floor."Who told you to
Chapter 119: The Red Dress on the Pallet
"Take the seat?" Sloane dropped the iron bar onto the gravel with a clatter. "Linnea has thirty lawyers, and Vanessa has half the army. I have a bruised forehead and grease in my hair. They won't even let me past the palace gate."Lyra didn't argue. She turned around, walked toward the back of the forklift, and pulled a long, flat wooden box out from behind a tarp.She dropped the box onto an empty wooden pallet in front of Sloane."Riven didn't throw out everything you left in the trunk of his car three months ago," Lyra said, leaning against the lift. "He told Linnea to burn it. Linnea told the guards to dump it in the incinerator. I paid the furnace boy twenty credits to put it in my trunk instead."Sloane took a step forward, her chest tightening.She opened the two clasps and lifted the wooden lid.Inside lay a dark red dress made of heavy silk, wrapped in clean paper.Sloane's hands began to shake.It was the dress she wore on their second anniversary. It had cost three hundred
Chapter 118: The Deed in the Iron Box
The gold key fit into the brass lock of the iron door on the second floor of the warehouse.Sloane gave it a hard twist. The lock clicked open, and the thick wooden door swung inward.The apartment was large, clean, and smelled of cedar and fresh paint. There was a wide sofa, a low table, a small kitchen with a gas stove that worked, and a real bed covered with gray blankets. In the back corner behind the desk sat a tall green iron safe. Its door was unlocked and slightly open.Sloane walked over, her boots making soft sounds on the wooden floor.She pulled the safe door open.Inside was a single sheet of white paper with the city's red wax seal in the corner. Her eyes moved across the lines.Zenchip Logistics Yard Nine. Title Holder: Sloane Whitemore.Her hands started to shake.Twelve million credits.Just two days ago, Linnea had mocked her in front of a whole store of rich women for having twelve credits and sixty cents. She had washed greasy pots until her knuckles bled just to b
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