son

of my waiting Rolls-Royce. As the heavy door clicked shut and the cabin's HEPA filtration system swept away

lert banners fl

for East Coast elites, a pinned post with a blood-red headline had

School Dropout & Margin Street Brawler-Tried to Extor

he car merged onto the

fighting, and forged a clean Omega medical file to trick Blake into marriage. Even more shamelessly, the post claimed that Camelia's father had secretly used Pentagon and Fede

erified socialites and paid trol

om The Margin? No wonder Blake ne

the battlefield and now gets extor

Scent and Difference should

ted screenshots and fabricated bank

ed by the IRS-into "black-market smuggling," while painting my fourteen-year-old survival battles against The W

hread," my driver said quietly, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. "They're trying

the longer the prison sentence. Have the tech team trace every IP address, water-army wire transfer,

drest, watching the Manhattan

ate commercial defamation carries a mandatory federal prison term

, my personal line chimed with

sick to think I shared a roof for two years with an

ht below it, dripping with his

you tomorrow morning. Out of pity for you, here is my final offer: drop your ridiculous $15 billion claim and post a public apology to Camelia and the Hatfiel

ack, I tapped Blake's number, hi

ler Center. Taking the private elevator up to the penthouse, I walked straight into my study, where th

head of the most feared legal powerho

ccompanied by Archibald's handwritten scrawl: [Old friend o

e. Glancing at the profile avatar-an antique silver crest of a cedar tree-I naturally assumed Archibald's "old friend" was a white-hair

erred by Archibald Beaumont regarding the $15 billion

. Three seconds later, the screen li

9:00 AM.