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... ed into whispers and veiled glances, Lin Feng sat in his office, the cityscape beyond the glass wall shimmering with artificial starlight. The room was silent except for the rhythmic ticking of a vintage clock—a recent gift from Gu Qing.
Despite the calm, his thoughts churned. The Apex Council had concluded in his favor, but Cassandra’s maneuvering wasn’t just a challenge—it was a message. And that message now had context.
A foreign-backed entity.
He tapped the armrest of ...
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