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Chapter 31: Fourteen Months

مؤلف: Sarah John
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-07-21 16:00:46

Renzo POV

Draghi didn't offer me coffee this time. That was the first sign.

"Sit," he said.

I sat down.

"How much do you actually know about this operation?" he asked, sliding a thick, tabbed folder across the desk. "Not what I've told you. What you've assumed."

"I know it's a laundering case," I said, keeping my voice even. "I know I was brought in to embed close to the target."

"You were brought in four months ago." He tapped the heavy cardboard folder. "This c
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