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Chapter 51: The Broken Chessboard

Author: Enhui
last update publish date: 2026-06-26 23:57:32

Raphael stood in the doorway, chest heaving. His dark coat was unbuttoned, his tie loose. He looked like a man who had just run a marathon to deliver a miracle.

He walked quickly to the glass desk. He slapped the thick folder down onto the smooth surface.

"Claire, you have to look at this," Raphael said. His voice was breathless and completely filled with victory. "It is all here. The bank transfers. The shell companies. Daniel Hayes is Aegis Capital. He funded Sophia. He set up the delays for
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