CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIVE – THE SMEAR CAMPAIGN

Anya's expression darkened, her eyes flashing with a dangerous gleam. "Careful, Julian," she warned, her voice taking on a razor-sharp edge. "Pride cometh before the fall, and the von Beckers have a way of ensuring that those who defy us experience a most... unpleasant descent." Julian met her gaze unflinchingly, his resolve unwavering. "Is that a threat, Anya?" She shrugged, a delicate motion that belied the steel beneath her words. "Merely a friendly warning. The von Beckers play for keeps, and we will not hesitate to crush any obstacles in our path." Julian rose to his feet, his movements deliberate and controlled. "Then I suppose we have nothing further to discuss." He fixed her with a withering stare. "The Prestons do not bow to threats or intimidation tactics. We stand firm, and we will emerge victorious, no matter the cost." Anya's laughter rang out, sharp and mocking. "Such bravado," she sneered. "But bravery is often indistinguishable from foolishness, Julian. Mark my word