The string quartet shifted into a dark Bach requiem, the cello vibrating through the marble floor of the Grand Horizon Atrium like a warning.
Adrian Van Laurent stood beside the balcony rail, swirling sparkling water inside a crystal glass.
Calm. Elegant. Deadly.
But behind the mask of aristocratic composure, his mind was counting bodies.
Across from him sat Lucien, sharp eyes fixed on Adrian with quiet suspicion—searching for the real reason behind this unexpectedly cordial little meeting.
Because a few hours earlier—
Adrian had started a war.
He didn’t know who had broken into his private study.
He didn’t know who now possessed the encrypted drive containing three years of illegal human experimentation data.
To Adrian, the identity of the thief no longer mattered.
The only thin
