A Billion-Euro Battlefield
"Don't worry, not only will the problem be solved today, but the culprit who caused your family such trouble will also be revealed."
Funny how Julian D'Aurelius put that remark out there - so soft, like he wasn't even thinking much about it.
Mike Valquin shut his eyes fast, then chuckled like something funny had just happened.
"Bro, you sound like you already read the script."
That wasn't something he felt the need to treat with importance.
But Julian only smiled.
Some scripts didn't need reading.
They needed rewriting.
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The three of them walked into the grand hall of the Valquin estate together.
The interior was vast and extravagant—crystal chandeliers cascading from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, marble floors polished so smoothly they reflected the lights above, the air heavy with sandalwood and faint incense.
Rows of chairs had been arranged neatly.
Seated upon them—
A gathering of "masters."
