Ambrose Ward sat perfectly still, his silhouette framed by the moonlight that bled through the curtains of the Joint Task Force Hotel. He watched Serena Frost with a calm, predatory patience. The revelation about Grant Archer’s secret villa was a powerful opening gambit, a jagged piece of the puzzle that could tear a hole in the Lakeport Development Zone’s facade.
"I’ll look into it immediately," Ambrose said, his voice a low, steady hum. He leaned forward, his eyes locking onto hers. "But a single villa in Oakwood Manor is just one room in a very large house of secrets. Who else is on your list, Ms. Frost? Who were the other architects of this financial irregularity?"
Serena didn't answer immediately. She shifted slightly, her movements like slender as a willow in the wind, as she leane
