Chapter 126
Author: Adewale
last update2026-06-14 23:56:15

Ethan didn't knock. He pushed the study door open so hard it hit the wall behind it, and the sound echoed through the room like a gunshot. The chandelier above the desk trembled, and a stack of papers on the corner of the desk slid an inch before settling.

Richard Cross was sitting behind his desk with a glass of whiskey in his hand. He didn't look surprised to see his son. He didn't look sick either. His face was ruddy and full, his eyes were clear and sharp, and his hand was steady when he ra
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