Hailey's POV
We didn't call the police, he didn't even wait for security.
Kingsley drove.
Not the careful, controlled man who glided through traffic with bored confidence—but something sharper, darker. His hands were steady on the wheel, knuckles white, eyes locked on the road as he cut through Singapore's streets with surgical precision. Red lights blurred past us. Horns flared and died behind us. The city bent around his urgency or was forced to.
I gripped the door handle without realizing it, my body braced for impact even though none came.
The alert echoed in my head.
Biometric breach.
Level four.
Secret room.
No one spoke.
The silence between us was no longer tense—it was aligned. Whatever lived in that penthouse, whatever someone had tried to reach, wa
