(Author’s POV)
The sun was setting over the vineyards surrounding Adrian Ansaldo’s estate. Crimson and gold poured across the land, casting long shadows across the marble veranda where he stood, glass of dark liquor in hand.
The peace was deceptive because inside his head, a storm was building.
Matteo stepped onto the terrace, phone in hand, face etched with concern.
“We’ve confirmed it” He handed the phone to Adrian.
“She’s in Bangkok. She’s already activated her underground network. And…” He hesitated. Adrian took the phone and read the encrypted message on the screen. His jaw clenched.
Helios. That single name lit a fuse. He handed the phone back with a calmness that Matteo knew was dangerous.
“So they finally made their move”.
“You think she knows how deep Helios goes?” Matteo
