The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 331

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noon, the penthouse is bathed in warm, golden daylight.

I’ve showered and changed into an oversized flannel shirt and my softest leggings, my hair wrapped in a loose knot at the crown of my head. The simple routine of getting dressed has

grounded me, making me feel less like a patient awaiting news and more like myself again.

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Locke is standing at the open pantry when I walk into the kitchen, a large bag sitting on the floor by

his feet.

“Before we talk shop,” Locke says, holding up a box of heavily processed, high-sodium instant

noodles with a wry grin. “We need to clear out the junk. Doctor Google says we should probably swap out the heavy preservatives and crazy sodium levels for whole foods. What do you think? Trash or keep?”

“Trash,” I say, leaning back against the kitchen island. “Though I’m going to miss the convenience of three-minute salty noodles when I get a late-night craving.”

“I’ll cook fresh for you.”

“Will you now, handsome?”

“You know it, baby.”

We move through the rest of the pantry together over the next twenty minutes, clearing out old shelf-stable boxes, setting aside items we want to replace, and making a detailed list of fresh

groceries.

I watch him reach up to clear the top shelf, his long, muscular back flexing beneath his fitted shirt.

There’s a quiet tenderness in the way he handles everything today, a gentle caution that makes my

chest ache in the best possible way.

Once the pantry is organized and the list is written, Locke sets the notepad down on the counter. His playful mood shifts, settling into something focused and strategic.

He pulls out two barstools, sitting on one and pulling the other close so I’m facing him directly. He takes my hands in his, his thumbs rubbing soft circles over my skin.

“Now,” Locke says softly. “About what I brought back from those two weeks away.”

My posture shifts, my full attention focusing on him. “I’m listening.”

“When I went off-grid on that dark run, I went all the way to the top of Knox’s supply chain,” Locke says. “I tracked down the company supplying the precursor chemicals Knox uses to manufacture

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his fentanyl.”

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my eyes widening as the full picture takes shape. “The MC can hit the precursor chemicals right at

the source… at the warehouse before they ever get loaded onto Knox’s trucks.”

“Exactly,” Locke says, smiling proudly at how quickly I put it together.

“Holy Lord.”

“But to pull off a hit at the source, we have to know which shipment is his. The supplier mixes

Knox’s precursor orders right in with legitimate deliveries to real commercial farms and factories.

They use coded order histories, matching weight logs, and recurring delivery windows to hide it.”

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