Chapter 39 Whispers Of Recognition

• The study of the Levi estate was immersed in soft golden light, creating elongated shadows over the bookshelves that adorned the walls. Adam Levi sat behind his grand oak desk, an imposing figure, his dark eyes cold and calculating. Facing him, Milo Thorne remained rigid, gripping his tablet as if it were a barrier. A noticeable tension filled the room as the seconds elongated into silence.
• "So," Adam finally spoke, his voice calm but laced with sharp authority. "She’s Thomas’s daughter?"
• Milo swallowed hard. Adam’s gaze was heavy, the weight of decades of power and ruthlessness behind it. The young secretary nodded. "Yes sir , sir," he replied, his tone calm even with the tight knot growing in his chest.