The engagement gala was now fully underway, a blinding display of wealth and consolidated power in the heart of the Obsidian Bay Museum. Seraphina moved through the crowded ballroom, a vision of untouchable corporate elegance, perpetually fixed to Damien Holt’s side. She smiled for the cameras, accepted congratulations and spoke of synergy and stability, all while listening to the calm, strategic instructions of Kaelen in her earpiece.
Two immediate threats had been silently eliminated, but Kaelen knew the final, most dangerous mercenary was still operational. The $100 million price had successfully drawn a master assassin, a ghost operating with political backing and intelligence-grade precision.
“The final threat is confirmed,” Ka
