Back in His Arms, Back in His Game... a Billionaire's Price のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Old Quay’s neon buzzed through cracked blinds. Hangman leaned back, hood low, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Charlotte’s records were sealed again, locked fast but the taste of the breach still lingered.“So they contained it,” he muttered. Smart move, but not clever enough. They’d cut his line, but they hadn’t stopped him. Not yet.He opened a blank message window, targeting Sebastian directly. A single line, a digital taunt, just enough to provoke without exposing his real tools."Even kings bleed behind closed doors."A memory flickered, his parents lost, the Vaughn name behind it all. It had cost him everything. Now he had the tools to make them pay.He hit send.Across town, Sebastian’s phone buzzed. He didn’t even need to read the line to know who it was. A cold ripple went up his spine, the instinctive tension of being watched.He read aloud, jaw tightening: “Even kings bleed behind closed doors.”His hand tightened. Hangman. It had to be. Provocative, precise, personal. T

Alina’s fingers flew over the keyboard, blocking every pivot Hangman tried. Each fork, probe, and bypass was intercepted and neutralized. She moved with precision, spotting anomalies no one else would. Hangman never got an opening.In the hotel suite, John monitored the feeds. Code pulsed across his network map. He keyed the comms, voice low. “Sir, we have eyes on the courier and Myra. Moving with Milton’s team.”Outside the hospital, Milton's trusted wingman, Jamal led a small shadow team through the parking lot. Silent and precise, they melted into the shadows, ready to intercept the couriers before they reached internal systems.Leo Dacre lingered at the lot entrance, phone pressed to his ear, unaware of the operatives closing in. Inside, Myra typed furiously at the nurses’ station, glancing over her shoulder. Every move, every keystroke, Milton’s feed captured it. Split screens showed Leo outside, Myra inside, every thread illuminated for the shadow team to act.Every step mattere

The safehouse was silent, desolate. Screens along one wall fed a dozen angles into a humming grid. Ivan slumped in a chair, Leo stared at the floor, Myra bowed over her hands. The air smelled of oil and stale coffee; wires ran like veins to a router on a folding table.Beside the table, Milton held a tablet in one hand, earpiece in the other. Sebastian’s eyes stared back from the monitor, sharp and unyielding.Sam sat at the far end, posture precise. Beside him, Jamal’s presence was quiet but commanding, fingers ready at a rugged laptop, keeping eyes on the team outside.“We’re done with the three extractions,” Milton said. “Their stories line up. Leo’s in it for money. Myra’s being pushed debts, her parents’ meds, rent. Ivan’s on his own; neither of them knows him.”Sebastian leaned closer, voice rough through the speakers. “So we have two assets to flip or burn.”Sam glanced at Jamal. “If Myra’s family is under pressure, whoever’s paying may not want her talking. Same for Ivan’s sis

Morning slipped into afternoon at Riverbend without anyone noticing.In Charlotte’s room, Nathaniel sat at the foot of her bed, laptop balanced on his knees. To a passing nurse, he looked like any five-year-old playing a game. But the blinking icons weren’t cartoons, they were camera feeds and small automation tools he’d built himself, simple scripts arranged like puzzles only he understood.A flicker on the corridor feed caught his eye, something moving in a hallway that should’ve been empty. He frowned, telling himself it was probably someone in the wrong wing, but his fingers were already switching cameras, checking overlap, scrubbing back twenty seconds.Charlotte stirred, turning her head on the pillow. “Nate?”“Shhh. It’s nothing,” he said lightly. “Just checking the Wi-Fi.”“You’re lying,” she murmured. “Spy thing again.”He squeezed her hand. “It’s not a spy thing. It’s a making-sure-you’re-safe thing.” He forced a small smile. “Go back to sleep. Mom’s handling everything.”Bu

The lights had steadied, but the tension hadn't. Alina stood in the corridor, everything looked normal... too normal. The stillness had weight.Sebastian’s voice cut through the comm chatter. “Lock down the floor. No one in or out without clearance.”His tone was sharp, controlled. Security moved fast, radios crackling.Alina barely heard them. Enough. She couldn’t keep living on edge, waiting for another shadow in a hallway.She stepped into her office, movements steady, mind shifting into protocol mode. Nathaniel, sharp, calm, tracking more than any five-year-old should flashed through her thoughts. Pride first. Then the ache. He should’ve been asleep, not thinking in codes and countermeasures.She breathed slowly, picturing him at the terminal, focused and unflinching. Just a little longer, she whispered. I’ll keep you safe from the world I built.She tapped her comm. “Nathaniel, talk to me. What do you see?”His voice came through the earpiece, steady. “Rechecking feeds. The west