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Beck couldn’t help but feel the weight of his family’s legacy as he watched the scene unfold in the grand hall. The Sanders family

empire was vast, with multiple companies under their control, each a giant in its own right. Despite the undercurrent of

dissatisfaction at Maja’s unexpected rise, everyone was wary of upsetting the family elders and risking their own piece of the pie.

Tonight, as they all met Maja, their grievances remained unvoiced, the fear of retribution silencing any potential outbursts. Some

were bold enough to whisper doubts to Beck. “Beck, you really handed over your shares to her? She’s a woman, and you know

how emotional they can be. What if Ian sweet-talks her out of her stake, and next thing you know, the Sanders family might have

to change its name?” “Yeah, and remember, your brother got kicked out because of a woman, too. Dylan’s been doing a great

job, taking care of us all. That girl’s nothing but bad news.” “Your grandparents had a point; maybe it’s just not in her stars to be

the heiress. Better to just send her off and reclaim those shares.” Beck, smiling at these so-called elders, had a sharp glint in his

eye. “No need for you all to worry. Maja’s got the chops to run the company, and she’ll do it even better than Dylan did.” Little did

they know, the underground fighting ring was Ian’s domain—a juicy piece of the pie that every family had tried and failed to

snatch. Its daily turnover was beyond estimation. Meeting resistance, the crowd dispersed quietly, casting last glances upstairs

before leaving. Alone in the hall, Beck’s phone rang. It was Aurora Sanders, York’s daughter. Augus and York were not on good

terms, but unbeknownst to others, York and Aurora shared a close, if secretive, friendship, united by their shared penchant for

playing the field—one with men, the other with women. To Beck, Aurora was a seemingly clueless heiress, but in truth, she was

far shrewder than Judith could ever hope to be—her naivety was merely a guise. And Aurora thought of Beck as a carefree

playboy. The two of them hit it off instantly, having swept through many a bar together. Now, Aurora was calling, probably having

caught wind of the drama at the Sanders estate. Beck answered, “Hey?” Surrounded by takeout wrappers and gripping a game

controller, Aurora had a lollipop in her mouth when she heard the news. “Beck, I heard about the Sanders drama. Our

grandparents are home. Aren’t

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you going to make a run for it? Grab your newfound sister and come over to my place for some gaming.” Aurora lived separately

from York, only visiting during holidays, which inevitably meant dealing with York’s lovers and enduring his wrath. “Grandpa’s

planning to have Maja and Ian’s fortunes told.” On hearing this, Aurora’s eyes narrowed with concern. “That’s it, then. Your sister

and brother-in-law are probably going to split. That fortune-teller’s nothing but trouble. I still remember the slander he spewed

about me.” Beck, lacking the patience for banter, said, “I’ve got to hang up. I need to stay here and wait for the results.”

Frustrated, Aurora tossed her controller aside with a sigh. “Fine. But when you get Maja out, let’s meet up, okay? And speaking

of which, what about Judith?” “She’s probably with my brother, I guess.” “Dylan’s really something, huh? Putting up with all that. If

it were me, I’d chop Judith into mincemeat and feed her to the stray dogs.” Uncertain how much gossip Aurora had heard, Beck

chuckled lightly, “Ladies shouldn’t talk like that.” Aurora clapped a hand over her mouth, “I’m just standing up for Maja, even

though I haven’t met her. Surely, she’s got to be a step up from that disaster Judith, right?” The comparison did little to lift Beck’s

spirits as he ended the call. Meanwhile, the Judith they discussed was enduring a nightmare in a basement. She had passed out

twice from the pain, only to wake up to further agony as two men doused her thighs with boiling water and scraped off the

blistered skin with a metal comb. She was on the brink of madness, teetering on the edge of sanity under the brutal torment.