Chapter 910 - What Does He Need?

Hearing this, Yves's heart hammered in his chest as a chill crept down his spine, a cold hand of realization grasping at his soul. 

The truth he was about to confront seemed to be far darker and more sinister than he dared to imagine.

Yet, with a steely resolve born of necessity, Yves maintained his charade, masking his turmoil behind a facade of feigned ignorance.

"What does he need, Zach?" His voice wavered, betraying none of the turmoil raging within him.

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As the clock inched closer to midnight, the room was cloaked in an atmosphere of tense anticipation. 

Vincent sat in the dimly lit study, absently twirling a silver coin between his fingers, his calculating gaze fixed on a distant point beyond the room's confines. 

Nearby, Greg lounged on a leather sofa, surrounded by towering stacks of documents that demanded his attention.

The silence was abruptly shattered by the creak of the heavy oak door.