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The following morning, the team and Patric gathered in a private dining room at the Dressrious Salon, which Lady News had secured for their meeting. Although Alisa had coordinated the session, her work obligations kept her from attending. “Do you actually have a plan to get those files?” Patric asked sharply. He sat back, sipping…

When the boss woke up in the dead of night, sleep became a luxury his staff could no longer afford. Franco immediately summoned his assistants for a briefing on recent operations and instructed Amelia to prepare a legal assault on Robin and Dan. He made brief, tense video calls to Isabel and Fiona and fielded…

“How…” Franco stared at Victoria, stunned. Then, the realization hit him. He let out a ragged sigh. “Robin and Dan. You bought them. That’s how you knew I was awake, and why they’re standing outside letting you eavesdrop on our conversation.” Victoria sneered, offering no denial. She turned her cold gaze toward Trevor and Spion.…

The team scrambled into a group call after Jimmy’s email hit their inboxes. “Franco must have realized the Tinderbox was a fake the moment he was shot,” Report Man’s voice crackled over the line. “We need to get to the hospital with Jimmy. This is our best shot at getting the truth out of him.…

“I’m having dinner with Alisa tonight,” Trevor announced, unable to suppress a grin. “Is it a date dinner?” Lady News asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “No,” Trevor insisted, a subtle blush creeping up his face. “I need to ask her about Patric. She brought a guy named Patric to the wedding after-party, and I…

Style’s email laid out the Franco family history in broad strokes. “I had my brother tap a friend in the FIA for this,” he wrote. “Here’s the breakdown. I hope this helps, because digging any deeper will take weeks, if not months. The local agencies are clean; we’d have to go through the embassy and…

“You worked at the club where Connor Franco was shot?” Trevor asked, his voice sharp with surprise. Sarah nodded silently. “Who? Connor Franco?” Sienna looked confused. Then, a memory clicked. She recalled her mother gossiping on the phone with friends. “Oh! I remember Mama saying the bride’s father was shot on Sunday night.” She turned…

Little John froze for a second, stunned by Spion’s sudden accusation. He saw the girl in the red hoodie reaching for the Mojito and acted instinctively, slamming his shaker onto the counter to grab the glass at the same time she did. “Let it go,” Little Red hissed, her eyes flashing fiercely. “Or I’ll leave…

Isabel was stretched thin this Monday. She had spent the entire day at the hospital navigating a gauntlet of doctors, nurses, and a constant stream of inquiries from Franco’s business partners. Exhausted and in no mood for an interrogation, she postponed her meeting with the team until the following day. With their primary lead on…