Chapter 9

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"Mr.... Mr. Tate?!" Jasper stammered. "Please... Please spare me... No!" A sequence of thuds echoed. The goons by the entrance swiftly abandoned their bats. Ten burly bodyguards in black attire with red armbands, sporting sunglasses and earpieces, secured the doorway. Following closely behind, an anxious and sweat-soaked middle-aged man, Fletcher, made his entrance. Overwhelmed with fear, he staggered in, his heart racing. When he saw Lyle, his face showed a mix of shock and awe. Fletcher, the wealthiest man in Yeminville, had encountered numerous big shots, yet Lyle, despite his modest attire, exuded a sense of authority and an intimidating aura. Clearly, he held significant sway. Despite having been summoned from the Empire Building, Fletcher didn't recognize the man befor

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