Chapter 11: A New Chessboard for the Game of Power

Michael lowered his head, tears welling up in his eyes but not daring to fall, as Eleanor's icy gaze bore down on him. His voice was choked with sobs: "Grandma, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have made that bet with Ethan, that loser..."

But when his eyes flicked toward me, a flash of venomous ma...

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