Henry’s smile returned — colder this time, a perfect mask of control. “We’ll see,” he murmured. She took a deep breath, her hands clenched at her sides. “Go back to whatever hell you crawled out of, Henry. And don’t ever come near me or my son. I'm warning you." He chuckled, unfazed, lifting his glass one last time. “You’ve always had fire in you, Aurelia. I almost missed it.” She turned sharply and walked away, her heart pounding, the folded report still clutched in her hand. The moment she pushed through the bar doors, the chill night air hit her, but she didn’t stop walking. Her chest was tight, her mind spinning, rage and fear clawing at her insides. Back in the booth, Henry finished his drink in one long gulp, jaw tightening. He pulled out his iPhone, dialed a number, and waited. When the voice on the other end answered, his tone dropped — cold, commanding. “Yeah. The drum is already rolling.” A pause. The faint murmur of the voice responding. Henry’s mouth curved into a
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