Chapter 338
Author: Youngblood
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A hundred miles away, in the soundproofed penthouse of the Laurent Hotel in Monaco, three screens glowed on the wall, each displaying a face that represented a kingdom Chance O’Connor had once bent to his will.

These were the four kings according to how they presented themselves who had been enemies and rivals of the O' Connor empire but had retreated for a while seeing how indomitable the O' Connor empire was.

But now, seeing that it was falling apart from within, they saw it as the perfect opportunity to regroup and relaunch an attack.

On Screen One was Charles Bernard, his face a roadmap of old-world pride and newer, bitter lines of humiliation. He watched a news feed on a separate monitor—a chaotic clip outside the courthouse, the headline

“O’Connor Trial Adjourned Amid Witness Tampering Allegations.”

“The giant is stumbling,” Bernard murmured, his voice gravelly with vindication. “Look at them. They're scrambling. The mother on trial, the son playing detective for some nobody gi
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    "Chance. You must have seen the news." Gerald's voice was its usual gravelly calm hard tension vibrating beneath the surface, like a bowstring pulled taut."We're looking at it now," Chance confirmed, moving with Chloe toward the study. "It's a fabrication."“Obviously,” Gerald said, the word clipped. “But that doesn't matter in the court of public opinion, and it’s starting not to matter in the actual court, either. I just got off the line with Ava.”Chance’s grip tightened on the phone. “And?”“And it’s bad. This scandal doesn’t exist in a vacuum. It directly contaminates the Bruce Lincoln case. Ava says the prosecution will argue that the source of Julia’s defense fund is now in question, implying she had access to—and was possibly aligned with—unscrupulous, violent international elements. It paints a motive where there wasn’t one before. A narrative of a woman entangled in dark dealings, capable of anything.”Chloe’s hand found Chance’s arm, her fingers pressing in a silent warnin

  • Chapter 339

    It began not with a bang, but with a digital whisper that became a global scream overnight. The morning edition of The Financial Ledger, a paper known for its staid conservatism, didn't bury the story. It was the story.The headline was a masterclass in destructive implication: "O'Connor Defense Funded By 'Conflict Minerals'? Leaked Documents Suggest Hypocrisy At Heart Of Empire."The article, dripping with faux-outrage and meticulous detail, didn't outright accuse. It "raised questions." It "presented documents obtained by this publication" that showed a complex web of companies, ultimately tracing a multi-million dollar transfer from a mining consortium with notorious ties to warlord-controlled regions, into a legal fund registered to "J. O'Connor Defense Initiative."The documents were perfect. Letterheads, account numbers, timestamps that aligned perfectly with Julia's arrest. Miokun's forger had earned his fee.By 9 AM, it was on every news ticker. By 10, social media was a tsuna

  • Chapter 338

    A hundred miles away, in the soundproofed penthouse of the Laurent Hotel in Monaco, three screens glowed on the wall, each displaying a face that represented a kingdom Chance O’Connor had once bent to his will.These were the four kings according to how they presented themselves who had been enemies and rivals of the O' Connor empire but had retreated for a while seeing how indomitable the O' Connor empire was.But now, seeing that it was falling apart from within, they saw it as the perfect opportunity to regroup and relaunch an attack.On Screen One was Charles Bernard, his face a roadmap of old-world pride and newer, bitter lines of humiliation. He watched a news feed on a separate monitor—a chaotic clip outside the courthouse, the headline “O’Connor Trial Adjourned Amid Witness Tampering Allegations.”“The giant is stumbling,” Bernard murmured, his voice gravelly with vindication. “Look at them. They're scrambling. The mother on trial, the son playing detective for some nobody gi

  • Chapter 337

    "Priya... Priya Merha," she replied, still standing in the doorway, backlit by the gentle hallway light. The name, spoken in her soft, melodic accent, rang a distant bell in Flynn’s memory.Merha.The connection clicked, a stark, sobering counterpoint to the breathless moment of a second before. The elegant features, the poised bearing that now seemed less like a maid's training and more like innate grace—it made a terrible, tragic sense."Merha," Flynn repeated, his voice hushed with a sudden, respectful awe. "As in... Rajan Merha?"A subtle shadow passed over Priya's face, a flicker of profound grief quickly mastered. She gave a small, dignified nod. "My father, yes."Flynn stood up from the bed, a reflexive gesture of respect. He couldn't believe his eyes and ears that this was the daughter of Rajan Merha whose assassination by extremists six months ago had sent shockwaves around the world. He had heard news about the daughter Priya, and how she was a living and walking goddess. A

  • Chapter 336

    A heavy silence filled the dark cell after Wilfreda's agreement, and the expression of regret over her actions. Even if she wasn't sure if she'd ever be able to get out of that place anytime soon, or even ever, a part of her now felt relieved knowing that she had been able to say the things that have been weighing down heavily upon her."You know, mine was the pictures," Janelle whispered into the blackness, the confession spilling out as if the darkness itself was drawing it from her. "My twin brother Flynn took them for a different reason..And I... I gave them to Christopher. I thought I was helping him build a case. I never imagined he'd twist it, that he'd push the narrative they were having an affair to discredit them, to make Chance's whole team look corrupt and unstable." A sob hitched in her chest. "I betrayed my brother's trust. But Flynn never hated me. As a matter of fact he still protected me even after finding out about what I did. Chance couldn't be any different." Jane

  • Chapter 335

    Consciousness returned to Janelle as a slow, nauseating swell. There was no light and the air was cold, damp, and carrying the stale scent of concrete and a human smell of unwashed bodies.Panic, sharp and primal, seized her as the last thing she could remember was Christopher standing right in front of her in that safe house, and then, how in the next minute, everything went black.She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced her back onto the thin, lumpy pad beneath her. A whimper escaped her lips before she could stifle it."Easy." The voice was a woman's, raspy from disuse, but not unkind. "The drugs they use leave you fuzzy. Don't fight it."Janelle's eyes strained against the absolute dark. "Where… where am I?" Her own voice sounded thin, childish."A hole," a thin weary voice grumbled from another direction. "Robert O'Connor's personal oubliette."Robert O' Connor? The name came like a spike of ice in her gut. This was Christopher's doing. This was the man she had believ

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