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Inside the Rolls-Royce, silence reigned for a while as the car smoothly glided through the city streets, its windows tinted like secrets.
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He took a breath and added, “I’ll protect you with my life, like your bodyguard. And above
all… I would never ask for intimacy unless you say otherwise.”
She looked at Lan, her voice growing colder.
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The golden gates of the Freeman estate opened in elegant silence, and the vehicle rolled
to a stop in front of a sprawling modern mansion.
“Your father said it’s time to destroy him, not the old way. Not in silence. But publicly…
rightfully.”
The car’s atmosphere shifted instantly.
Just then, the car began to slow.
“My feelings haven’t changed,” he said with quiet sincerity. “My love is still available to
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Lan’s voice darkened further.
As she neared the entrance, two figures emerged from a short distance ahead.
Both well-dressed, their suits tailored, their postures proud but their expressions
softened the moment they saw her.
Then she turned to Lan, her voice firm but unhurried. “I want all the records,” she said.
“Every deal. Every single contract and connection my companies used to support James
Lorenzo. I want it all before sundown.”
Immediately Lan straightened, nodding with purpose. “Yes, Lady Cora. I’ll have it prepared immediately.”
“James is my prey. And I want him to feel the chase the heat, the fear, the desperation before I finish him off completely.” 1
Lan’s expression relaxed, and he nodded with admiration from what he just heard.
“Understood, Lady Cora.”
After a long pause, she finally spoke, her voice soft but firm.
Cora gave Giovanni a small nod of acknowledgment, her gaze sharp and composed.
They approached slowly, respectfully, And then, together, they bowed slightly.
Then Giovanni’s lips twitched into a dark grin.
Without another word, Cora turned and walked alone toward the grand estate. Her shoe
clicked softly against the polished stone path, each step measured, deliberate like the
calm before a coming storm.
Lan Brown sat upright beside Cora, his voice calm but filled with quiet thunder. “Lady
Cora,” he said, turning slightly toward her, “we’ve removed James Lorenzo’s name from
the guest list for the Victor family’s Most Uprising Businessman of the Year ceremony. As
of this moment, he no longer exists in that space.”
Cora’s lips curved into something between a smile and a threat. “Don’t blacklist him.
Don’t cut off his contracts. Don’t move too fast.”
For a moment, both men silently wondered Could Lady Cora still have feelings for that
bastard? Was this hesitation… mercy? But then Cora turned to them, but this time,
“I’ll deal with James myself,” she said, her tone steady and laced with quiet fury. “On my
own terms.”
As Cora stepped out, the evening breeze lifted her hair gently.
His eyes met hers, unwavering.
At that moment he paused, then added coldly, “Your father has also ordered us to begin
blacklisting him. Every contract our networks gave him every investment we funneled
through his pathetic name will be revoked. Even if we incur losses in billions… it won’t affect the Freeman family.”
Her reflection stared back at her, unreadable.
He smiled gently, a hint of warmth under his composed demeanor. “I can cook. I’ll wash
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your feet if you ask. I’ll drive you anywhere, anytime, like your personal chauffeur.”
Lan leaned forward slightly, still cautious.
But before Cora could respond, the eldest stepped forward.
It was the Young Master of the Victor family… and beside him, his older brother the Eldest
Son of the Victors.
“Add his name back to the list,” she said.
But Cora’s eyes didn’t shift. “Let him attend,” she whispered. “I want him to be there.”
Again Lan and Giovanni stared at Cora, stunned by her order.
He gestured toward the grand entrance. “In the meantime, he figured you might want space. The entire mansion has been redecorated to your personal taste.”
Giovanni followed behind her and spoke with a slight bow. “Your father sends his regards, my Lady. He said he’ll arrive in a week’s time.”
At that moment Lan turned to her slowly, surprised.
“It’s an honor to have you back, Lady Cora,” the younger one said quietly, with genuine
admiration.
She looked out the window, the city lights blurring like memories she no longer cared to
hold.
Still Cora remained quiet.
her eyes were sharper than ever. Cold, Precise, Like the blade of a sword drawn just
before a kill.
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