The city never truly slept, especially not when blood ran hotter than reason. By the time Vincent Ashford’s arrest warrant hit the public sphere, his enemies cheered, but his loyalists stirred from their hiding places. Vincent wasn’t just a billionaire. He was a tactician. A shadow king. And as Grace stood on the balcony of Nathaniel’s penthouse, rereading his final message, she knew with chilling certainty:
The game wasn’t over.
Nathaniel joined her with two cups of tea. His movements were calm, precise, but she could sense the tight coil of tension beneath. “Still no word from the authorities?”
Grace shook her head. “Interpol issued a red notice. The FBI raided two of his safe houses, but they were already empty.”
Nathaniel glanced at her phone. “That message. He’s taunting us.”
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