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    At least now, he could be useful for once.


    The driver’s voice carried careful hesitation. “Mr. Howe, Ms. Burgess survived.” A cold sneer twisted Alex’s lips at the news.


    The woman possessed an irritating resilience that defied expectations.


    But it didn’t concern him now.


    With the baby secured in his possession, Hailey’s fate had be irrelevant to Alex’s ns.


    “Did you make contact with the individual I specified earlier?”


    The driver’s response came without hesitation. “Yes, sir. He’s already at Nirvana, awaiting your arrival. We can proceed there directly.”


    “Excellent.” Alex’s voice carried cold satisfaction.


    The driver fell silent and turned the ignition, the engine purring to life. Thirty minutester, the Bentley glided to a halt before Nirvana’s imposing entrance.


    Nirvana stood as one of Jazmah’s most exclusive dining spots, famous for its imprable security and absolute discretion, drawing the city’s elite for their most sensitive negotiations.


    Alex smoothed his jacket and emerged from the vehicle, striding purposefully through Nirvana’s entrance.


    He made his way to a room on the third floor with familiar ease.


    He pushed the door open to reveal avish room where an older man with sparse hair and a bloated frame lounged between two stunning young women, his expression oozing with lecherous satisfaction.


    This was Malcolm Pierce, a Wall Group shareholder, whose greed and lust were matched only by his calcting cunning.


    Alex crossed the threshold with confident strides. “Mr. Pierce, it’s been far too long since ourst encounter.”


    Malcolm’s gaze driftedzily toward the doorway, and he pressed lingering kisses to each woman’s cheek.


    Both women read the signal perfectly, rising with fluid grace and gliding from the room with deliberate sways of their hips, the door clicking shut behind them.


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    Malcolm turned his attention fully to Alex, his beady eyes glittering with sharp intelligence. “Mr. Howe, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?”


    Alex lifted his hand in a deliberate signal, his fingers cutting through the air with practiced authority.


    Within moments, several massive bodyguards filed through the door, each carrying a weighty ck briefcase.


    The cases snapped open with sharp clicks, exposing towers of cash that gleamed under the room’s ambient lighting.


    A spark of keen interest shed through Malcolm’s narrow eyes.


    He preserved his mask of calcting indifference, though his grip on his cup tightened imperceptibly.


    Such extravagant generosity from Alex hinted at dangerously ambitious ns. Malcolm understood he must navigate these treacherous waters carefully, lest he be Alex’s expendable tool.


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