The Billionaire's Calculated Comeback

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st private energy companies in Texas. I had walked away from that life, from the corporate backstabbing and ar

ressure in my chest. But beneath it, something

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re in my veins. "Dad," I said, my own voice now devoid of all emotion. "Abou

of stunned silenc

said. "Let's