Despite the chaos caused by Edmund’s relentless attacks, Julian’s mind was calm. He knew one thing: he wouldn’t let Edmund win.
The call had been made, the first step in his quiet war. He had set the wheels in motion, contacting key partners in Edmund’s circle, those who were in his corner but had their own agenda. Julian didn’t believe in full-on confrontations anymore; he preferred a surgical strike, something Edmund would never see coming.
His phone buzzed. It was Emily. Julian hesitated for a second before answering, his thumb hovering over the screen.
“Julian?” Emily’s voice sounded lighter than usual, but there was a note of concern that Julian could pick up in an instant. “I’ve been looking at the numbers from our last meeting. It doesn’t add up, does it? I mean, I can’t find the
