"The tracking software from the robbed oligarchs is actively pinging our precise location," Zhea whispered, leaning in uncomfortably close to Rafael within the dim perimeter of the penthouse suite.
Rafael did not flinch, his piercing silver eyes remaining locked onto her intense emerald gaze as the digital warning pulsed softly from her terminal.
"Let them ping us," Rafael replied, his baritone voice carrying a chilling, unbothered calm that filled the expansive room. "A dog that barks loudly inside a cage rarely knows how to bite when the gate opens."
"They aren't just sending guard dogs this time, Rafael," Zhea murmured, her fingers lightly tracing the lapel of his tailored jacket. "They're mobilizing every industrial competitor we pushed out of the market today."
"Then we will w
