For a moment, the entire world seems to stop.
The floodlights from the excavation pit blaze across the pier, illuminating the second car like a spotlight on a stage.
And inside the driver’s seat—a man slumps forward against the steering wheel.
Marcus squints, then slowly exhales. “Well. That’s… extremely not good.”
My heart hammers violently. “Why?”
Marcus doesn’t answer immediately. Because he’s still staring at the face inside the car. The face I recognize too. The face that shouldn’t exist anymore.
Victor Salazar.
The man the entire investigation said was dead.
The man blamed for the hostile takeover attempt against Reyes Holdings.
The man who supposedly died two years ago in a private plane crash.
My stomach twists. “That’s impossible.”
Adrian doesn’t look surprised. His gaz
