TWENTY-FIVE
Kevin straightened his tie as he stepped out of the sleek black sedan, his eyes drifting over the sprawling estate before him. The mansion of Ivan Ivanov loomed under the dimming sky, a grotesque display of unchecked power and wealth. From the massive wrought-iron gates to the perfectly manicured gardens that lined the long driveway, everything about the place screamed opulence, but not in a way that inspired admiration. No, this was excess meant to intimidate. Something about it made his skin crawl. The invitation had arrived under the guise of business—an exclusive meeting with an exceedingly wealthy potential client who required legal consultation for "sensitive matters." It wasn't an unusual request in Kevin's line of work. High-net-worth individuals often required discretion, and d
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