ne Monr
ntertainment, scanning the financial morning brief on my tablet when a rumor ab
nders household with the morning trade news, I mapped out everything t
arty, Brown had flown into a rage in his study, threatening to
ird, had glided into the room carrying a tray of ca
ted that I was nothing more than a bottom-rung clerk inside the massive Craft conglomerate-an
egistry, why let the top-tier marriage alliance with the Gordon family go to
, obedient, and already had Hunter
t the elder daughter like cheap merchandise. Yet the moment Geralyn reminded him of the thirty-mi
y pact: a complete bloodline exchange to push
ct old-school Alpha who cared deeply about contract ethics. Brown did
er they would accept Brea as the replacement bride. If the Gordons nodded, Brown would public
my tablet screen, I let
of them knew that the core technology patents and financial sign-off r
y sitting in the top leather chair of Apex Entertainment, controlling
earing a white scent-barrier badge on her lapel-walked in carrying a thick stack
verything alright with
thly on the desk. "Just watching a group of fools dig their own graves. Leave the
pha like Hunter only enjoyed Brea's submissive scent because it fed his ego; the s
a calendar alert: 7:00 PM, T
calm, polite man who kept his distance and respected ever
port trader, but he had stood by his wor
ervation. Since I had invited him, there was no way I would
redit card resting inside my wallet, and closed the drawer with
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