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“And I’m assigning an agent—James—to monitor your home around the clock until we locate Hale. He’ll be posted outside in an unmarked vehicle.” “Thank you.” Amelia’s voice is small. Sebastian’s phone rings. He glances at it, then stands. “I need to take this. Excuse me.” He steps into the kitchen. I can hear his voice, low and tense. Then silence. When he returns, his expression has changed. He looks like he’s about to deliver a death sentence. “What?” I ask. Sebastian sits slowly. “We ran Marcus Hale through our databases. Cross-referenced with property rentals in Clearwater.”

“Sebastian Cross.” The name landed quietly—and detonated. Aria’s fingers tightened against each other. Sebastian Cross. Philanthropist. Tech visionary. The man who had quietly acquired three of Vale Industries’ former competitors in the last forty-eight hours. The man everyone loved. The man no one suspected. “You’re not on my approved list,” Aria said coolly. Sebastian tilted his head. “I’m on everyone’s approved list.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Besides, Lydia thought it might be… productive.”

Sebastian believed that if Group Azure were in Felice's hands, its level of success would surpass what he holds now. He opened the drawer of his desk. Inside, there was a vape that was always neatly stored there. He hadn't sat there late into the night for a long time. Since Fathia's departure, his nights were spent in her room. He slowly dropped some liquid into the empty vape tank. Once he felt it was sufficient and ready for use, he started to inhale slowly through the mouthpiece. Savoring every slow movement he made. As he closed his eyes, he began to calculate what he would do after all the evidence was gathered. Sweet smoke filled the space he occupied. His sleepiness vanished since th

“Control begins with knowledge. I need to understand how she breaks.” “Or how she fights,” the woman murmured. Sebastian’s smile returned, but this time it carried an edge. “I’ve seen her fight. It only makes her bleed slower.” He set down his glass and leaned closer to the laptop. His voice dropped to a murmur, more to himself than to them. “Time to bring the ghosts home.” He began typing commands — slow, deliberate strokes that echoed faintly in the silent penthouse. A new feed opened on the screen: Knight Enterprises’ internal security mainframe. A series of access codes scrolled down, followed by a string of unfamiliar encryption markers.

Gavin snipped. Sebastian raised his eyebrows. “Why?” “Someone leaked my location to the Inkscales,” said Muriel. Sebastian and Everett shared a glance before realization crossed Sebastian’s face. “Lothair Javier,” he mused darkly, turning back to Muriel. “I understand why you’d think that. This may be hard to believe, but Lothair was a member of the Mythguard up until three years ago.”

Elara frowned. “You have a plan.” “I always have a plan.” Victor looked skeptical. “I’m listening.” Vivienne touched another point on the digital map. A private island. Several miles off the California coast. Lucien immediately recognized it. “No.” Vivienne ignored him. “Sebastian owns dozens of companies.” “Yes.” “Most are fake.” Another tap. “But one…” The satellite image zoomed in. “…actually loses money every year.” Elara frowned. “Why keep it?”

"Let’s skip the theatrics. You agreed to help. Why?" Sebastian took a sip. "Because watching you fall has been fun but watching you rise again, now that would be legendary. Besides, Celeste is becoming a liability. Too much noise. Too many strings pulled. I like a good war, not chaos." Juliette narrowed her eyes. "So this isn’t about helping us. It’s about eliminating your competition." "Tomato, tomato." Damon leaned forward. "You said you had information." Sebastian slid a sleek black folder across the bar. "Photos. Bank transfers. Meeting logs. Celeste has a silent partner someone pulling strings even you haven’t seen yet."

“I don’t care what time, I just want her to call me when she can.” Sebastian hung up and went to check what was going on. He was in a pixie village located in a forest northwest of suburban Chicago. By the eastern border of the pixie territory, he saw goblins trying to get through the wards, and pixies fleeing to their community bunker. Suddenly, the goblins who were trying to pass through disappeared. His hologram vibrated. He pulled it out and pressed to answer it. Eva came out of it. “Any casualty?” she said.

She looked like a nasty person right from the get-go, and she disgusted him. Cynthia smiled. “Why would I think so? I just think there’s no need for you to go to such an expense, when it’s just peanuts for Theo.” Lily sensed something wrong with Cynthia’s words. ‘Why does this lady sound as though she thinks that Mr. Carter is very poor?’ Sebastian was the CEO of Skycrest Enterprise. If he were poor, there wouldn’t be rich people in this world. Sebastian ignored Cynthia, and said to Lily, “Take it.”

No means to bring Sebastian down. Kc’s grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white. “We’re not giving up Liam.” Liam let out a deep sigh. "We might have no other option Kc." Valeria gasped, "There has to be something else." No one said a word. For in that instant, they all knew the truth. Sebastian Cruz was more than human. He was a shadow man. A phantom. A power force and corruption that could not be touched.