"Turn it off," Clara said, her voice eerily calm.

Damian hit the power button. The screen went black, plunging the massive penthouse into a heavy, suffocating silence. He watched her carefully, his dark eyes analyzing her posture, waiting for the panic to set in.

But Clara didn't panic. She walk

"He's bluffing," Damian said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through the silent penthouse. He stepped closer to the desk, his eyes locked on the glowing screen of Clara’s burner phone. "Julian doesn't have the original blueprints. You told me those were destroyed years ago."

Clara

"He froze Thorne Capital's primary liquid assets. The SEC is already knocking on the door of my downtown office, waving a warrant for corporate espionage."

Damian’s voice was dangerously calm, but the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel of the mobile command van betrayed