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ze, fixed on Ashton, promised annihilation. I knew my brother. He wasn't just thinking about ruining Ashton and Glennie; he was thin

ed with a desperate, pathetic plea. He was truly terrified. And in that terror, I saw a sliver of the man he

t through the tense silence. I gently placed my hand

tesimally, the rigid line of his jaw softened. The killing intent receded, replaced by a cold, controlled anger. He turn

" he murmured, his voice no

ng into his tou

was a chilling pronouncement. "Take them." He gestured to Ashton and Glennie, who were bot

rror. He began to thrash, a sudden burst of desperate energy. "No! Please, Mr. K

e from her ruined hair to Ashton. "The Black Cell? No! M

prison, but a labyrinthine process of financial ruin so absolute, so meticulously orchestrated, that it stripped its victims of everything: their wealth, their connection

aces pale with shock. They knew the legend of the Black Cell. It was a fate worse than

rate, animalistic plea. "Mr. Kane, please! I'll do anything! I

looked at her, a sneer twisting his lips. "Senator Kramer's influence ends where my patience begins, Miss Kramer. A

subdued, gagged, their frantic pleas muffled, and then unceremoniously led o

of regret and a profound understanding of what he had lost. His arrogance, his snobbery, his blind indulge

hment. It was a 'crematorium' not of fire, but of icy, relentless financial and social obliteration. Ason understood that. He had seen the flick

oice softer now, though the steel remained. "Let's get you home. Or perhaps," he paused, a thoughtful loo

lly leaving my system, replaced by a bone-deep weariness. The desire for vengeance, sharp and immediate moments ago, was replaced by a