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The mansion's marble hallways lay in a hushed, late-night stillness, illuminated only by the faint glow of a single chandelier. A drowsy Anders shuffled past the playroom, his footsteps echoing softly as his hand moved on habit, flicking the light switch off. Darkness swallowed the space. A heartbeat later, a tiny, startled wail pierced the silence—Lina stumbled out into the hall, tears already tracing paths down her round cheeks. He froze, realization crashing in, and sank to his knees before her. "I'm sorry, Lina, I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice fraying with panic, all his usual composure gone to pieces. You rushed in from the adjoining room, dropping down beside them as Lina clung to you, sobbing. There he was—Anders Chen, the man who held sway over half the continent's commerce…