The gala lights sparkled above the ballroom, reflecting off crystal chandeliers, but Elena’s eyes were focused on far more than glittering decorations. Every smile, every whispered conversation, every movement of the powerful man and the fake heiress was a potential clue. Adrian leaned close. “We need to be subtle. One wrong move and they’ll know we’re onto them.” Elena nodded. “Agreed. We stick to the shadows, observe, and record everything.” The pair moved quietly along the perimeter of the room. Guests barely noticed them, assuming they were simply enjoying the gala. But Elena’s attention was sharp, her instincts honed by months of danger, betrayal, and survival. Through a gap near the buffet, she spotted the fake heiress slipping a folded piece of paper into the powerful man’s hand

