I kept my eyes on him as he lingered near the edge of the crowd, pretending to sip his drink while glancing around.
Something about the way he moved made me certain he was trying to slip away without drawing attention.
“Ethan,” I whispered, nodding toward him.
He understood immediately. He drifted slightly closer, keeping the man in sight without making it obvious.
I smirked faintly.
The man edged toward the door, moving carefully, scanning the guests as if he didn’t want to be noticed.
I tapped my earpiece lightly. “Now.”
Almost instantly, two of my men, quiet, and professional, dressed as guests moved with precision, shadowing his steps.
The man didn’t even notice them until they subtly cut off his path. By the time he realized, it was too late.
I watched from across the roo
