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Chapter 10: The Fallen Card House

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last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-06-08 15:43:01

Davis’s POV

The glass doors of the Vance Group headquarters didn't just close behind Jessica and Marcus; they sealed my fate.

"Davis! Davis, look at me!"

The frantic screech belonged to Valerie. She had burst into the chaotic boardroom just minutes after the trading suspension flashed on the screens, her father trailing closely behind her with a face like a thundercloud.

"Is it true?" Valerie demanded, stamping her foot as she glared down at me.

I was still sitting on the floor, my expensive s
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