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... his face. His jaw was still tight, but now his eyes burned with something sharper—calculation. The name "Oliver" kept ringing in his ears like a slow, mocking echo.
He tapped the steering wheel with a single finger, over and over again. It wasn’t just frustration anymore it was disappointment. He had played his cards well. He had spun the perfect narrative, stirred the tension just enough to create panic. He even let go of the money just to build pressure and demand leverage. It should h ...
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