Everyone turned to look behind them.

Justin's icy gaze locked onto the doors, his expression dark and foreboding.

The light pouring in from outside was blinding, piercing through the shadows like a blade. As the crowd squinted against the glare, two figures emerged, standing tall and resolute side by side.

It was Jasper and Landon.

Clad in a sleek black suit, Landon bore traces of dust but appeared otherwise unscathed. Jasper, however, was a stark contrast. His clothes were torn and bloodied, his appearance disheveled, but his demeanor was anything but defeated.

Standing straight and proud, his frigid stare was enough to make the crowd shrink back, unwilling to meet his eyes.

Landon began, his voice sharp and cutting, "you've gone to great lengths to keep

air of a street-hardened fighter, Landon didn't mince words. "To stop him, you sent assassins to ambush him. You had your people block his way in the

With all your talent for orchestrating drama, maybe you should try directing movies instead. Being president is

expression darkened, his eyes

in his battered form. The injuries on his muscular frame and the blood streaking his impassive face were

Harper not fear the Beckett family retaliating against the Harper Group? After all, Beckett Group is the wealthiest corporation in Solana City!" "Don't forget Mr. Harper's roots," another replied. "His grandfather clawed his way up from the ganglands to build their empire. That family isn't afraid of anyone-not even gods. They'll fight tooth and

Harper treats

"What about Mr. Justin?"

it comes to power, friends are a

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