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ed, noting that his espresso had turned cold during the 15-minute call outside. Annoyed at the incon

rceptibly. Doubt and suspicion crept into his mind. Could this be some kind of deception? He contemplated the origin of the written pointers, questioning t

in his late 20s. Andrew's towering 6'2 height, coupled with the white scar on h

Ford suit as he gathered his belongings and exited t

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Bridge is going bankrupt and using us to artificially boost their stock value," Andrew commanded, his grip tightening on

asn't one to blindly trust information, especially when it came from an unknown source. In the cutthroat business world, spreading false in

reetings from the workers along the way. Franklin, noticing the signature scowl

a knock on the door. "Come in," Andrew said. Dante entered, delivering the news they had sought, "Sir, the information you asked

What the hell are we paying them for?" Andrew's eyes narrowed, and Dante, s

et black hair. His eyes darkened, a violent storm brewing within them. The audacity of Bridge t

e've earned the moniker 'Monsters,'" Fr

ion. However, their reputation in the cutthroat business world painted a different picture. They wer

aires; they held wealth and power beyond measure. Their twenty-eight years of unbreakable brotherh

d striking features-beautiful raven eyes, sharp chiseled jaws, and jet black, lustrous hair. Years of dedicated

n alike desired to emulate or be with them. In the public sphere, they were seen as gentlemen and the most eligible bachelors

stoppable duo that dominated the world. They wore the mask of gentlemen in public, but

ess smile lurked a profound heartlessness. Their icy gaze had the power to freeze someone in their tracks. While commoners revered them as ideals, their rivals understood the brothe