The bodyguard, panting from exertion, leaned closer and whispered urgently, “Sir, Zaiden’s men… they are not sabotaging the project as planned. They are working for Tracy, helping to construct her building.”
Mr. Quill froze, his eyes narrowing dangerously. “What did you just say?” he hissed.
The guard nodded hastily. “Yes, sir. They are unloading supplies, coordinating teams—everything. Zaiden himself is at the site, supervising the work.”
Mr. Quill’s face darkened, his jaw tightening with fury. “How the hell did this happen?” he growled. “Zaiden was supposed to destroy her, not become her lapdog!”
The bodyguard hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully, before adding, “Zaiden isn’t just helping her. He seems… loyal to her now. It’s as if she’s gained some leverage over him.”
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