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... clenched on the armrests of his chair, knuckles white, veins bulging. The room was suffocating—yet Trafalgar remained perfectly still, calm eyes fixed on him as if waiting for a dog to roll over.
The silence stretched until it cracked under Andrew’s labored exhale. His head lowered, his jowls trembling as his pride crumbled.
"Fine," he spat, the word dragging across his throat. "The tax will return to ten percent. And... compensation will be provided."
The servants stand ...
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