I crashed my treacherous sister's luxury wedding wearing dirty medical bandages to prove I didn't die in the fire she used to steal my life.
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Chapter 58
In Geneva, the Syndicate of the North operated out of a high-security financial fortress disguised as a private banking firm. Dominic and Marco bypassed the digital firewalls with the help of Max’s brilliant algorithmic routing, slipping through a subterranean maintenance service tunnel under the cover of a freezing Swiss drizzle. The silence in the corridor was absolute, broken only by the rhythmic dripping of water and the heavy thud of their boots against concrete.
