The quiet hum of the penthouse was interrupted only by the sound of Damien’s pen scratching against paper. Isabella stood at the edge of the room, her arms folded as she watched him pour over the latest reports Victor had sent. The lines of concentration on his face were deep, but there was an undercurrent of fury in his movements—sharp, decisive, controlled but dangerous.
Isabella’s chest tightened as she took a step closer. “Have we made any progress?”
Damien didn’t look up. “Victor’s people are closing in on Antonov’s financials. We’ve uncovered a shell corporation tied to his holdings, one that Claire is managing.”
Her stomach churned at the mention of Claire’s name. “What does that mean?”
“It means she’s more deeply involved than we thought,” Damien replied, his tone clipping. “Sh
