Chapter 129 Tequila Sunsets and Empires Completed

Upstairs, the tension had thinned to smoke and whiskey. Armando poured another round, sliding tumblers across the glass table.

“So,” he said, grinning, “no casualties?”

“Just pride,” Graham replied, raising his glass.

Roderick smirked. “And maybe one bruised ego downstairs.”

Bryson glanced towar...

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