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ad become an overpriced luxury, tormented by Gabriella's worried words and the dreadful vision of the "man from the newspaper.

chest. It had been five years since the world had fallen, five years since the name Kinneth Cook, once as

ought closest to him, not his wife, Clara, who had died tragically

te to his sadness, the unexpected brightness that followed Clara's abrupt death. He had allowed himself

nners, and whispered promises. She had seemed honest, tolerant of his reclusive t

nd even Kendrick Hayes, his closest friend and legal counsel. Kinnet

r quarrel. It was a meticulously organized corporate espionage operation, an intentional th

mation, trade secrets, and algorithms and sold them for billions of dollars. Kinneth , her fian

every newspaper and TV channel: "COOK INDUSTRIES BILLIONAIRE I

d weaponized it, using his name, access, and affection to smash him. She'd changed herself into the innocent whistleblower, pr

reed and treachery made all the more captivating by

ights, but the proof, painstakingly prepared by Seraphina

mning image. He was subsequently absolved of the most serious

le of protecting his firm, let alone his image. His trust

out their relationship, depicting him as a cold, controlling, emotionally manipulating guy. The press ha

open his heart for the world to see, revealing his faults, fumbli

peared like an open wound, and every gaze was a judgment. He had withdrawn behind the towering

tter mistrust. Trust was a weakness, love was a fantasy, and proxim

iend, lawyer, and the one person he could still entirely trust. Kendrick was a man of modest competence, his s

tering the room. He held a tablet, the sc

gulp of his beer. "I didn't sl

med she saw him, Kendrick. The guy. "In the garden." Kinneth 's

is impossible, Kinneth . Security is t

ver, she was terrified. And she mentioned him. The person

was never formally implicated in the spying, but we knew. We had our su

alarm. "What if this wasn't a nightmare? What if they

mplausible, Kinneth . Ryder Davies vanished following the trial. The firm th

r," Kinneth remarked fiercely. "She escaped with a fortu

villain, my friend. A tale that still haunts you. That's w

eting. I can't contact her. She needs someone. "Someone who is not me." He hes

r recommendations are incredibly outstanding. However, there was a brief, nearly imperceptible b

past, Kendrick. I am not seeking for perfection. I

earances deceive. Especially when it comes to the girls who enter your life, Kinneth . You establishe

s jaws tightened. "Are you implying this w

s in a placating motion. "Oh, o

the way they distorted everything you said and did. You became a cautionary

aces on television. He had withdrawn inside this stronghold not simply for seclusion but also for survival. He

l business using encrypted video conferencing or with Ken

en again. I am not naïve enough to believe in fairy tales. This is a commercial

at no one could ever get past it again. Love was a weapon, and

xcellent. Of course, I shall attend the interview as a formalit

in the fading glass, a troubled man imprisoned by hi

thin the home or the deep, incomprehensible suspicion that had been his constant com

iendly. But Seraphina T

g conviction, whether it was a ghost from his past or a new, unknown menace

and his house were suddenly, terrifyingly thin. And the in