Chapter 347 A Desperate Alliance

In a penthouse office overlooking the glittering, indifferent lights of Ol’ Mare, the sound of shattering glass tore through the opulent silence. A crystal decanter, once filled with a century-old whiskey, now lay in a thousand pieces on the marble floor, its amber contents staining a Persian rug. Marcus Ledger, the man responsible for the Ledger family’s operations in the city, panted heavily, his face a mask of purple fury. His knuckles were white as he gripped the edge of his mahogany...