For the first time in months, the world had slowed down.
Victor Hayes had been captured. Shot while trying to escape, rushed to the hospital, then transferred to a high-security prison where he could no longer manipulate anyone. That voice, the one that had haunted Isabella's nights and had threatened her son, was finally silent.
But the silence didn't feel safe.
It felt… temporary.
Anonymous emails were still coming to Noble Best.
Messages like:
"You think it's over? He still has people."
“Victor may be locked up, but he’s not finished.”
Daniel traced every message, but the senders used advanced rerouting networks. Whoever sent them wasn’t random; they were coordinated.
Alexander strengthened Noble Best’s security — scanners, new guards, updated firewalls. Roosevelt worked day an
