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    Terrance sat behind hisrge mahogany desk in a wooden armchair, his expression stern, his eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, locking on Alex as he entered.


    “Have you thought this through?” Terrance’s voice was rough, and he was weighed down by exhaustion. Alex stood firm before the desk, his gaze steady, unwavering.


    “I have,” his words were quiet, yet resolute.


    Terrance studied him, searching his son’s face for any sign of doubt, any hesitation.


    But Alex’s expression was a locked vault—deep, imprable, unreadable.


    Atst, Terrance exhaled, his voice breaking the heavy silence. “And what’s your decision?”


    Alex met his father’s gaze head-on. “I want to stand with you.”


    For a fleeting moment, shock flickered in Terrance’s weary eyes, swiftly chased away by something far stronger—relief, pride.


    He pushed himself up from his chair, crossing the space between them in two strides. His hands found Alex’s shoulders, gripping them tightly.


    “Alex…” His voice wavered, thick with emotion. “You mean it? You truly mean it?”


    Alex nodded, his gaze steady, unwavering. “Dad, I was reckless before. I see that now. I understand one thing—family stands together. We row in the same boat, no matter how rough the waters.”


    A slow smile spread across Terrance’s face, his eyes glistening with emotion. “Good! Good!”


    He pped Alex’s shoulder with pride evident in every gesture. “That’s the mark of a true Howe—brave, loyal, willing to bear responsibility!”


    Then, without hesitation, Terrance’s voice rang out. “Hey, someonee over here!”


    The butler, standing just beyond the threshold, stepped in without hesitation, his hands neatly sped.


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    “Yes, sir? How may I help you?”


    “Tell the security team—they no longer need to keep an eye on Alex. He goes where he pleases, without restriction.”


    The butler gave a crisp nod. “Right away, sir.” He turned on his heel, disappearing down the hall.


    A weight seemed to roll off Alex’s shoulders. He exhaled, the tension easing. It seemed he had made the right move.


    Terrance sat back down in his chair and gestured for Alex to sit as well.


    “Getfortable,” he said. “Tonight, I’m taking you somewhere special.”


    As night draped itself over the city, neon lights flickered to life, and Gold Vibrant Club loomed in the distance—a pce of wealth, excess, and whispered power.


    Inside a spacious private room, the air felt stifling, heavy with unspoken tension.


    At the head of the long table, Terrance sat in cold authority, his sharp gaze cutting through the room like a de.


    Behind him, Alex stood tall, his expression unreadable, a wall of quiet resolve.


    Across from them, Elbert sat rigid, his face pale with suppressed frustration.


    Aliza, pressed close to her father’s side, her fingers digging into his sleeve, looked shaken—her wide eyes flicking nervously between the men.


    “Terrance, what do we do now?” Elbert’s voice was raw, hoarse with barely contained desperation. “Noah is tightening the noose. We’re running out of options.”


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