The night after Adrian delivered the damning report about Lord Benedict Augustine, Sarah barely slept.
She spent hours replaying the anonymous threat in her mind, weighing every possible angle, who sent it, why now, and how far they were willing to go. By morning, she had shifted fully into protective mode.
Her first move was Daniel.
She contacted the head of her private security team before sunrise, instructing him to discreetly station undercover guards at Daniel’s new school in New York.
Every corner, from the main gate to the rear fence, was reinforced with eyes that blended into the background. She wanted no alarms, no uniforms, nothing that would make Daniel feel he was being watched like a prisoner.
Inside her mansion, she introduced silent surveillance, barely noticeable and
