Chapter 125 Getting Stronger

• Horace hung up, swirling the brandy in his glass. Rage still simmered beneath his composed exterior, but the subtle warning lingered. Somewhere in his mind, he cataloged the risks, filing them away. Jim’s shunning had stung, and the lure of Hardy’s supplier burned hotter than ever.
• The next move, Horace knew, would be his, but he would watch, wait, and strike at the precise moment that guaranteed him victory.
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