The room was thick with tension, a silent battle of wits playing out between Charles and the lawyer, Mr. Aldrin. The man in the well-tailored suit hadn’t lost his pleasant expression, but there was a distinct shift in his demeanor—a quiet, dangerous kind of authority that I hadn’t noticed before. His fingers skimmed over the polished wooden desk as he leaned forward slightly, his smile never faltering. "Mr. Vantorel," he said smoothly, "I must remind you that, as per the contract you have just signed, inquiries regarding the firm’s internal workings are not within your rights to request." Charles' smirk faltered. "Oh? And why is that?" Mr. Aldrin tilted his head slightly, amusement flashing behind his eyes. "Because you have already received full access to the funds, and, legally, your concerns should now be directed towards ensuring proper management of your newly compensated property." Marianne shifted beside Charles, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against the side of
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