Chapter Thirty Four

Diluc sat in his office, the London skyline stretching out before him as he stared at the papers on his desk. The day had been long and exhausting, filled with meetings that seemed to drag on endlessly. Yet, despite the pressing business matters at hand, his thoughts kept circling back to one person—Yvette.

His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his reverie. It was a message from Yvette, the tone as manipulative and taunting as ever.

**“We need to talk, darling. Don’t keep me waiting. Remember, I have what you need.”**

Diluc’s jaw tightened as he read the message. Yvette was a problem that refused to go away, but this time she had pushed him into a corner. She had leverage over him—leverage that was deeply personal, and it revolved around the one thing he had never truly been able to let go of: his mother’s death.

Ane Neuvillette’s passing had always been shrouded in mystery. Officially, it had been labeled as a heart attack, a sudden and tragic eve