Semua Bab ENTANGLED AFFAIRS: Bab 201 - Bab 209

The doorbell rang just after 8 a.m.Liam opened it, revealing a middle-aged man in a neat blazer and glasses. “Good morning. Dr. Dan. Here for Miss Clara.”Liam stepped aside. “She’s in the room. I told her you'd come early.”The doctor walked in quietly, his bag in one hand. “I just need ten minutes to prepare for her vitals, then we’ll head out. Don’t worry, Liam. I promised discretion. No one will see her face. Everything’s arranged with the private wing.”Liam nodded, still tense. “She’s been quiet lately. Not talking much.”Dr. Dan gave a kind smile. “That’s normal. She’s been through a lot. But I’ll take good care of her.”Liam followed the doctor into Clara’s room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a hoodie pulled over her head. She looked up slowly.“Morning, Clara,” the doctor said gently. “We’re just going for a short check-up. We’ll be back before lunch, alright?”Clara blinked at him, then looked at Liam.He crouched in front of her. “I’ll come with you. Just relax.”

Somewhere across the street, perched in shadowThe sniper’s breath was even, finger poised on the trigger. Through his scope, he watched Julian’s black car screech to a halt outside the clinic. Then Tasha emerged from the passenger seat.The sniper’s comms buzzed.“They’re here,” he muttered. “The girl’s being picked up. You really don't want me to take the shot?”Silence crackled on the other end.Then Drew’s voice came, cold and distant.“No.”The sniper blinked.“No?” he repeated.“I said no,” Drew replied. “We’ve got Liam. Julian just walked into a bigger trap. The girl isn’t the game anymore.”A long pause.“Copy that.”The sniper slowly lowered the rifle.Far below, Julian disappeared into the clinic.Drew smirked, watching Liam quietly sip the water he’d been offered minutes ago. His eyes were still drowsy from the sedative that had worn off, but alert enough to keep Drew on edge.“I said what I said. Don’t take the shot,” Drew replied coolly. “We’re pivoting.”There was silenc

Vivian sat still on the edge of Adrian’s desk, her fingers tightly interlocked in her lap. Her head bowed slightly as if deep in thought, but her eyes were scanning every corner of the office. Adrian had left moments ago, after their tense conversation where she had “reluctantly” told him about Clara’s pregnancy. His reaction was colder than she expected. Dismissive. Maybe even calculated.“She didn’t tell me herself. I don’t care. You shouldn’t either,” he had said flatly before stepping out to take a call.But that reaction gave Vivian exactly what she needed, his trust. At least enough of it to be left alone in his office.She stood immediately, her expression shifting from passive to predator. She moved quickly, silently.“Come on, come on… give me something I can really use,” she murmured as she began scanning the office like a seasoned investigator.She checked the drawers first, mostly files, random invoices, pens, neatly stacked documents. Nothing. She moved to the bookshelf.

She grabbed them one after another, smashing them against the marble counters in rage. “That bitch bugged the whole damn place!”Meanwhile, in Adrian’s office, panic truly began to set in. He strode to the wall behind his grandfather’s antique painting, an old oil canvas of a misty valley. Shoving it aside with trembling fingers, he revealed a small safe.He keyed in the code.Click.The door swung open.Empty.“No…” he breathed, staggered. “No, no, no!”His most incriminating files, paper trails, backup cash, contracts, names of distributors, foreign accounts, gone.All of it.Vivian had taken everything.And just then, as if the universe conspired for perfect timing, red and blue lights flashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Police officers were filing into the building below.“Victoria!” Adrian roared. “Call my lawyer. Now!”But Victoria didn’t move. She stood by the door, stunned, frozen like a statue. Then came the heavy knock, and the office door opened. Officers stepped