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Chapter 73: Jealousy and manipulation
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... ld stone, manicured hedges, and generations of pride—Cassandra Jenkins stormed down the grand staircase in a silk robe and slippers, her phone clenched tightly in one hand.
"Lewis!" she called, voice sharp with disbelief. "Lewis, you need to see this—now!"
Lewis Jenkins sat in his study, a tumbler of aged bourbon in one hand, his gaze fixed on stock reports he barely understood anymore.
The collapse had begun, quiet and patient—like termites inside a wall.
He didn ...
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