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The black sedan cut through the narrow streets of Florence.Sirens still echoed faintly behind them as police cars surrounded the bank district they had just escaped. But Ethan kept driving, taking quick turns through old stone alleys until the chaos faded behind them.Inside the car, silence filled the space.Noah leaned forward from the back seat.“So… are we safe now?”Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror.“For the moment.”Lila still held the document Ethan had handed her.Her fingers trembled slightly as she reread the clause again.Marcus Blackwell’s claim to the company could be voided if he attempted fraud or coercion against another heir.And he had done both.Repeatedly.Public threats.Blackmail.Illegal manipulation of company shares.All of it recorded.All of it documented.All of it—Provable.But Lila’s mind wasn’t stuck on Marcus.It was stuck on the flash drive.She looked toward Ethan.“You still haven’t opened it.”Ethan kept his eyes on the road.“No.”“Why?”“Bec

The boardroom in Blackwell Tower had never felt this tense.Twenty executives sat around the massive glass table, their faces illuminated by the glowing presentation screen Marcus had just displayed.Photographs.Documents.Rumors carefully arranged to look like truth.At the head of the table, Marcus Blackwell stood calmly, hands resting lightly on the polished surface.He looked like a man about to win.The chairman cleared his throat again.“This is a serious accusation.”Marcus nodded slowly.“Yes.”“You are claiming Ethan Blackwell married a woman who may be legally related to him.”The room filled with whispers again.Marcus allowed it.Chaos was useful.He gestured toward the screen.“The evidence speaks for itself.”A board member leaned forward.“And if this is true?”Marcus smiled faintly.“Then Ethan Blackwell violated corporate ethics and misled the board.”The chairman frowned.“That would mean immediate removal as CEO.”Marcus nodded.“Exactly.”Several members exchanged

The Florence hotel suite was no longer quiet.Police officers filled the hallway.Two detectives questioned the hotel manager near the elevators while uniformed officers escorted the captured attackers out of the building in handcuffs.Flashing blue lights reflected across the marble floors.Inside the suite, Ethan stood near the window watching everything unfold below.Three police cars.Two unmarked black vehicles.And at least a dozen officers.Marcus had crossed a line.And everyone in the room knew it.Noah sat on the couch swinging his legs calmly.“You know,” he said, opening another chocolate bar from the minibar, “that was actually pretty exciting.”Lila turned slowly.“You almost got kidnapped.”Noah shrugged.“I handled it.”Ethan rubbed his temples.“You stomped on a man with a gun.”“That was strategy.”Lila couldn’t help smiling slightly.Even in the middle of chaos, Noah managed to act like it was an adventure.But Ethan wasn’t smiling.Because his mind was already seve

The knock came at exactly 7:00 a.m.Not early.Not late.Precise.The kind of timing used by people who controlled schedules instead of following them.Inside the Florence hotel suite, Ethan looked up from his laptop.“That will be them.”Lila closed the financial report she had been reading.“The European Central Bank?”Ethan nodded.“Most likely.”Noah looked up from the breakfast tray.“Are they bringing croissants?”Lila almost laughed.“You’re about to meet international regulators.”Noah shrugged.“Still hoping for croissants.”Ethan walked to the door and opened it.Three people stood in the hallway.Two men in dark suits.And a woman carrying a leather briefcase.Their posture was professional.Controlled.Government.“Mr. Blackwell,” the woman said calmly.“My name is Director Camille Laurent.”She showed an official identification badge.“European Central Bank.”Ethan stepped aside.“Please come in.”The three officials entered quietly.They immediately scanned the room.The

The decision was made in less than ten minutes.They were going to New York.Lila stood near the hotel window watching the Florence skyline slowly fade into morning sunlight.The Arno River reflected the golden light like liquid glass.Tourists gathered along the bridges.Street musicians began setting up instruments.It looked peaceful.But the war they were fighting had already spread across continents.Ethan finished packing his laptop and documents into a leather bag.“The jet leaves in forty minutes.”Director Laurent folded her arms.“You’re leaving?”“Yes.”“Right now?”Ethan nodded.“Marcus is in New York.”“And so is the final key.”Laurent studied both of them carefully.“You understand this could make things worse.”Ethan smiled faintly.“That depends on what we find.”Noah zipped his backpack enthusiastically.“I love when we travel for dangerous secret missions.”Lila sighed.“This is not a mission.”“It’s a crisis.”Noah shrugged.“Same thing.”Ethan chuckled quietly.“L