Victor Rowan had built his life on precision.
Every decision calculated. Every risk measured. Every door—literal and metaphorical—carefully controlled.
His estate, perched in the quiet hills of Northern California, reflected that philosophy perfectly. Tall iron gates. Endless security cameras. Staff trained to handle any disruption before it reached him.
Nothing unexpected got through.
Nothing… and no one.
So when the …
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