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The tension in the room was suffocating. Marcus stood tall, his gaze piercing through the silence as if daring anyone to challenge him. Ethan shifted in his seat, his jaw tightening. Lila burned with rage ahe gripped the edge of the table.

“Loose ends?” Ethan repeated, his voice low but sharp. “You mean Vincent is not the only target?”

Marcus nodded, his expression grim