Nicholas's POV – Hidalgo Corporation
I was skimming through the latest security reports in my office, the sterile white light casting harsh reflections on the papers in front of me, when Gerald walked in. His face was tight, his shoulders stiff—something was wrong.
“Sheila made contact again,” he said, his voice low and controlled.
I looked up sharply, my eyes narrowing, my focus shifting instantly. “With Sophia?”
Gerald nodded. “She visited her at the estate last night.”
A growl rumbled through my chest, low and primal. Ben, my wolf, stirred in agitation. That’s not good.
I exhaled slowly, keeping my voice steady. “And?”
“She’s being careful, but we tracked her movements afterward,” Gerald continued, his eyes dark and unreadable.
I leaned forward, fingers drumming against my desk.
