~MAX’S POV~The rain had stopped sometime before dawn. Meanwhile, I was standing by the window of my study, hands clasped behind my back, watching the gray light creep slowly across the skyline. I couldn't sleep all night. Every time I closed my eyes, Elena's face surfaced—angry, wounded, defiant—and behind it all, Ryder's smug smile lingered like a stain I couldn't scrub off.A soft knock on the door broke the silence.“Come in,” I said without turning.Clint stepped inside, his expression grave, a slim tablet tucked under his arm. He looked like a man who had spent the night chasing ghosts and had finally cornered one. The door closed quietly behind him.“I have it, sir,” Clint said.I turned slowly, my eyes sharp. “Everything?”Clint nodded. “More than enough, sir.”He crossed the room and placed the tablet on the table, tapping the screen until a video file opened. I leaned forward instinctively, tightening my jaw as the footage began to play.The video was grainy but unmistakable
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