Chapter 392 The longer she looked at him, the more the contradiction between everything she thought she had known about Oliver and everything she had witnessed tonight pressed against the inside of her skull with a weight that made coherent thought difficult. She had believed she understood him. Had believed

Chapter 391 He shook his head again, and this time the gesture carried finality. “You are a disgrace, Lovi. Not just to me. To everything you were taught. To everything you could have been.” Master Bushman reached into his jacket and withdrew two more daggers. The blades gleamed in the

Chapter 390 Felt the blades shifting within him, ripping through tissue and muscle in ways that his brain could not fully process because the pain had moved past the point where pain functioned as useful information and had become something closer to white noise – a constant, screaming static that

Chapter 389 At that moment, Oliver stood. The motion was slow and deliberate, each stage of it measured and final – the straightening of his knees, the shift of his weight, the adjustment of his posture as he rose to his full height and turned away from where Lovi was

Chapter 388 At that moment, something inside Lovi finally broke completely. Whatever composure he had been clinging to – whatever final shred of dignity or pride or self-preservation instinct that had been holding him upright in any psychological sense – it all shattered at once, and what emerged in its

Chapter 387 His shoulders shook slightly. “It was greed. That is the only word for it. My greed overran my reasoning and my judgment and every standard I was ever taught, and I allowed it to drive me to a place that I – that I cannot defend. I know

Chapter 386 Oliver’s voice cut in before Cora could respond. “Take her to the car. Make sure she is comfortable and safe. Stay with her until I am finished here.” The secretary bowed again, deeper this time, acknowledging the instruction without hesitation. “Yes, Master.” She turned to Cora and gestured

Chapter 385 Lovi stood exactly where he had been standing throughout the entire exchange, and his body had begun betraying him in ways he could neither control nor hide. His eyes had gone wide – so wide it felt like his face could not contain them – and his legs

Chapter 384 The warehouse, which had been filled moments ago with the sounds of struggle and shouted commands and boots striking concrete, went completely and utterly still. And in that stillness, in the center of all of it, Lovi stood frozen. The phone that had been in his hand –

Chapter 383 At that moment, every head in the warehouse turned in the direction of that voice with the kind of synchronized, involuntary movement that happens when a sound carries enough authority to override individual will entirely. Cora turned too. And something happened in her mind the moment she turned