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    The result was the same as before—no connection.


    “Can’t get through,” Hawk muttered.


    Their eyes met. No exnations were needed.


    In perfect sync, they sprang to their feet and dashed toward the Grand Pce gates. Hawk jumped into the driver’s seat. Vulture hurled their gear into the car, and then slipped inside, smooth and silent as a shadow.


    As the car shot forward, Vulture yanked out his phone and punched in Nate’s number.


    Inside the grand conference hall, a group of people sat around an enormous table. Ralph and Nate upied the central seats. Around them sat the Elder Council high-ranking members, Nate’s uncles, and the leaders of the Hopkins coteral branches. The meeting was winding down.


    Nate leaned back, his eyes flicking to his phone every so often.


    Corrine had a habit—she always texted him the moment she got home. It was her way of letting him know she was safe.


    But tonight, there was nothing.


    The silence stretched on, and a nagging thought crept into his mind. Maybe she was too caught up with Vulture and Hawk to even remember him.


    As the thought lingered in his mind, Nate’s brow creased, and an icy aura settled around him.


    At that moment, Merrick Green, the head of the Elder Council, turned to him and spoke. “Mr. Hopkins, our investigation shows that in the past six months, your family has prioritized external expansion over local industries. We must discuss the future course of the Hopkins family…”


    Before he could finish, a sudden vibration broke the silence. A phone buzzed on the table.


    Merrick scowled. His sharp gazended on Nate, his displeasure clear.


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    “Mr. Nate Hopkins,” he said, his toneced with usation, “the use of mobile phones is strictly forbidden. Have you forgotten the rules?”


    But Nate acted as if he hadn’t heard a word. Without hesitation, he grabbed his phone, rose to his feet, and walked straight out of the hall. The coteral branch family heads noticed Nate’s dismissal of Merrick, exchanging looks that spoke volumes.


    They saw it as a sign that Nate was growing more arrogant, decisive, and ruthless. He seemed to care less about his rtives and now, even the Elder Council.


    Then, Trenton Hopkins, head of the fourth coteral branch, spoke up in a slow, deliberate tone. “Merrick, maybe we should add something to the agenda for the uing cab meeting.”


    Merrick set his folder down and turned his attention to Trenton.


    Trenton didn’t hesitate. “Nate sent his subordinates to sabotage a coteral branch’s business, stealing from them outright. It seems Nate can’t even control his own people. How can he still be fit to lead the entire family?”


    Merrick locked eyes with Trenton, his gaze sharpening with a calcting gleam. He picked up his coffee, took a sip, and said slowly, “While Nate is technically the head, Ralph has more experience and wisdom. Maybe we should follow his lead on this?”


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