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Chapter 7 - The Unmarked Envelope The orchestra’s final crescendo faded beneath the crystal chandeliers of the Grand Belmont Ballroom.

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Five hundred dignitaries clapped with measured, deferential elegance, their eyes tracking every step Alexander and I took toward the head table. For six months, I had studied the cadence of Chicago's elite, learning to walk without flinching at sudden movements or looking down at my hands.

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Alexander guided me to the velvet settee, his palm warm against the small of my back.

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Before the waiter could pour our vintage champagne, Luka materialized from the shadowed archway behind the dais. The tall head of security leaned down, his voice barely audible over the hum of the violin quartet.

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"Boss," Luka murmured, his eyes scanning the perimeter with clinical vigilance. "The private courier bypassed the exterior metal detectors at the north loading dock."

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Alexander’s expression did not shift by a fraction of a millimeter. He kept one hand resting protectively over mine. "What did he drop?"

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Luka slipped a flat, unbranded black leather envelope onto the white linen tablecloth, positioning it discreetly behind the floral centerpiece. It bore no postmark, no return address, and no recipient name—only a heavy, crimson wax seal pressed with an unfamiliar crest: a coiled viper wrapped around a pair of broken merchant scales.

"The courier was in and out of the catering corridor in ninety seconds," Luka continued. "He left this with the sommelier and slipped into a black Lincoln Town Car with commercial Wisconsin plates."

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My stomach tightened, a familiar chill creeping up my spine. "Wisconsin?"

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Alexander sliced open the crimson seal with a silver fruit knife. Inside lay a single sheet of heavy parchment paper and a certified cashier's receipt.

The bold print at the top read: MICHIGAN CHANCERY COURT — VACATUR OF LIQUIDATION.

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Chapter 8 - The Shadow Over Michigan The parchment trembled slightly between my fingers, the emerald ring on my hand catching the cold glare of the chandelier.
Chapter 9 - The Eviction at Dawn "My sister?" I choked out, stepping out from behind Alexander. "Clara is running the rehabilitation center on the north acreage. She has an active agricultural lease!"
Chapter 10 - The Broken Trust The Maybach tore through the empty streets along the expressway, heading north toward the Wisconsin border under a dark, rain-slicked sky.
Chapter 11 - The Standoff in Berrien County "Clara, put the man with the court order on the screen right now," I commanded, my voice cold, steady, and sharp as surgical steel.
Chapter 12 - The Black Chopper Twin high-intensity searchlights cut through the driving Michigan rain, pinning Julian Vance and his tow-truck drivers in a blinding column of white light.

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