Chapter 257
Author: Adewale
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The Rub' al Khali desert did not care about billions. It was an ocean of scorched, rust-colored silica that absorbed heat and sound with ancient indifference.

Rising from the dunes like a mirage was the Al-Qasimi summer estate—a sprawling fortress of hyper-modern glass, white marble, and shaded reflecting pools. Inside the climate-controlled central pavilion, the temperature was a perfect sixty-eight degrees.

Ethan sat at the head of a long table carved from a single slab of petrified wood. Bes
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