"Set the bait," Zayn commanded, his voice ringing with a cold, terrifying conviction. "Let the games begin." He watched as Leo uploaded the false data, a digital ghost of their intentions. Elias Thorne, unaware of the puppet strings now attached to him, was about to make his move. And Zayn Carter would be waiting.
The war room hummed with a different kind of tension now. It wasn't the frantic energy of discovery, but the coiled anticipation of a hunter. Scarlett stood beside Zayn, her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on Leo’s holographic display. The intricate network of the Shadow Syndicate still glowed, but a new, almost invisible thread pulsed around Elias Thorne’s quarantined terminal, a meticulously crafted lie designed to lure him into revealing Julian Thorne’s true hand.
"Data packet
