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Chapter hundred and eight
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At that moment, Jeremy drew a deep breath, preparing himself to respond to Patricia's torrent of accusations with whatever measured, rational words he could possibly find that might de-escalate the explosive energy pouring through the phone line directly into his ear.

But before he could form even the first syllable of a response, Patricia's voice cut back in with renewed and even sharper intensity.

"I'm not done," she said, her voice carrying the razor-sharp edge of someone who had been storin
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  • Chapter hundred and fifty one

    Her husband was silent for a moment, absorbing the information.Then he exhaled sharply.“Three hundred thousand dollars,” he muttered. “That is a lot of money.”“I know,” she said quickly. “But—”“No,” he interrupted, his tone shifting into something more resolute. “No, it's fine. It's fine. That formula is far more important than the money. We need it. We cannot afford to lose this opportunity because of hesitation.”Patricia’s mother closed her eyes briefly, relief and guilt mixing uncomfortably inside her chest.“So,” her husband continued, already moving into practical mode, “should I send the money directly to his account, or should I send it to you first, so you can negotiate with him and make sure we actually get the formula before handing over the payment?”Patricia’s mother answered almost immediately, grasping desperately at the structure this plan offered her.“Send it to me,” she said. “Send it to my account. I’ll make sure I get the formula first before I give him anythi

  • Chapter hundred and fifty

    A sum so enormous it did not even feel real.Before she could gather herself further, her phone, which had landed beside her on the pavement, began to ring again.She flinched at the sound, her nerves already stretched to their limit, and for a brief, irrational second, she assumed it was the same man from JSK Autos calling back, perhaps to apologize for a miscalculation, or worse, to confirm that the price had somehow increased even further.But when she picked it up and glanced at the screen, her breath caught.It was her husband.Her stomach twisted instantly.She had not yet decided what she was going to tell him. She had not yet figured out how to explain the accident, the damaged car, the staggering sum now hanging over their heads. And now here he was, calling exactly when she least felt prepared to speak with him.Still, she had no choice.She steadied her breathing as best as she could and answered the call.Her husband’s voice came through immediately, sharp and urgent, carr

  • Chapter hundred and forty nine

    Patricia’s mother did not hear anything else after that number left the receptionist’s mouth.Two hundred million dollars.Two hundred and fifty million, if she failed to act fast enough.The figures swallowed every other sound in her ears, swallowed the warmth of the afternoon sun, swallowed the ordinary noise of children playing somewhere behind her, swallowed even the sensation of her own body folding downward onto the pavement. For those first few seconds, there was nothing except a terrible, ringing silence inside her skull, as though her mind had simply refused to accept the information being fed into it and had instead chosen to shut down entirely rather than process something so devastating.On the other end of the line, the receptionist’s voice continued, growing increasingly concerned.“Hello?” he said. “Hello? Are you still there, madam? Hello? Can you hear me?”But there was no response.“Madam?” he tried again, his tone shifting from polished professionalism into somethin

  • chapter hundred and forty eight

    Because whatever the cost turned out to be, she knew one thing with brutal certainty:He was not going to take this well.Still shaking, she reached into her bag for her phone and scrolled until she found the number General Morrison had instructed her to call.JSK Autos.Her thumb hovered over it for a second.Then she pressed dial.The phone rang once.Almost immediately, someone answered.“JSK Auto, VIP customer line,” said a polished male voice on the other end. “This customer line is not open to just anybody, which means one of our top customers must have referred you to us. Am I wrong?”Patricia’s mother swallowed, trying to steady her voice.“No,” she said. “You are right. It was actually General Morrison who gave me your number.”The effect of the name was immediate.“Well,” the man replied, his tone shifting into an even greater level of professionalism, “General Morrison is one of our most valued VIP clients. How may I assist you today?”Patricia’s mother did not waste time.

  • Chapter hundred and forty seven

    He pronounced the model name with practiced precision, like a man familiar with the weight of luxury and the systems that supported it.“The ZROK limited edition,” he repeated. “Tell them to calculate everything. The base acquisition. Importation. Shipping. Clearance. All associated logistics. Every single thing. And once they give you the estimate, I am giving you exactly one week. Just one week to pay and have the process started. If you fail—if you delay—if you begin any games with me—then you will have no one to blame but yourself.”His gaze sharpened further.“And let me be very clear,” he said. “I will not take it lightly with you. I will not take it lightly with any member of your family. Every member of your family will have a taste of my wrath if you push me. Do not push me. It will not end well.”Patricia’s mother felt her throat tighten so painfully that for a moment she thought she might choke.Her husband Patricia, the entire family.He had expanded it now. Deliberately.

  • chapter hundred and forty six

    The words had barely left Patricia’s mother’s mouth before General Morrison’s expression hardened into something so severe, so instantly dangerous, that the little strength she had left seemed to drain from her body all at once.“What the hell are you talking about?” he barked, his voice exploding across the parking lot with such force that even some of the nearby children stopped what they were doing and turned to look. “Sorry? We’re going to solve this problem? Sorry, we’re going to fix the car? You are standing here repeating ‘sorry’ as though that word is some kind of magic that erases damage, inconvenience, insult, and disrespect. Sorry for what exactly?”Patricia’s mother flinched visibly, still down on her knees, her palms trembling so badly that she had to press them together to stop them from shaking quite so obviously.“Do not upset me further,” General Morrison continued, his tone dropping into something lower and colder, which somehow made it even more frightening. “Do not

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