Cassian’s motion was denied.
Investigations were approved.
Maxwell retained control.
Cassian’s expression twisted, a mixture of sh0ck and hatred, before officers escorted him away for questioning.
Later, back at the estate, the fog finally began to lift. The sea was visible again, restless but honest. Maxwell stood in his office, closing the safe with his own hands. Tessa lingered nearby, unsure if she was dismissed or welcomed.
“You could leave now,” Maxwell said gently. “I would understand. You never asked for any of this.”
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