"Relax. If I were that easy to take down, do you really think I'd still be alive today?"
Hank said with a laugh.
"Once this is over, I'm heading straight back to Mavaria. They won't dare pull their stunts on our home turf."
"True. There's no place safer."
...
The next day, as Mira's team left the hotel, they bumped into Jude Vance. "Can we talk?"
he asked, directing the question to Owen and Mira.
"We have nothing to discuss,"
Owen replied, not breaking his stride.
"You're here for securities trading, right?"
"Guess whatever you want."
"Listen, we could work together.
In business, there are no permanent enemies and no permanent friends. If we pool our resources, we'd be unstoppable."
Owen was about to shoot him down when Mira interjected, "Do you honestly think there's any universe where we'd collaborate with Lawrence?"
Mira had laid out the terms; the choice was now Jude's.
With that, the two continued toward their vehicles.
"Aren't you afraid I'll leak your whereabouts back home?"
"Do what you want."
Watching their cars pull away, Jude stood lost in thought.
Lawrence glared at the departing convoy, his voice dripping with venom. "She's just trying to drive a wedge between us."
"Is there really no way you can make peace with them?"
Jude asked.
"I'd rather die!"
Lawrence ground his teeth.
"So, do we leak their location?"
"What's the point? They haven't broken any laws, and it would just make us look petty again.
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