Chapter 74 The King Returns

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• The morning sun climbed lazily over the Roman horizon as the jet wheels touched down on the private airstrip. Stefano sat still, his elbows resting on his knees, gaze fixed out the window. The war was over.
• He had found them all. Every single Russian tie that had snaked into his empire’s foundation. The traitors had paid in blood. Their networks dismantled, their money seized, and their homes reduced to ash. What once breathed and boasted as alliances had crumbled under his retaliation. It hadn’t been elegant or charming.It wasn't supposed to be.