Leila’s hand trembled slightly as she stared at her phone screen. The message was brief but chilling, a reminder of the shadowy forces that seemed to be tracking her every move. I know what you’re up to, Leila. Stop now, or you’ll end up like your father.
For a moment, the room fell silent as her team caught sight of her expression. Martin stepped closer, a concerned look on his face. “What is it, Leila?”
She showed him the message, her voice steady but barely a whisper. “Someone knows what we’re doing. And they don’t want us to continue.”
Eric clenched his fists, a flicker of anger in his eyes. “Whoever sent this isn’t bluffing, Leila. They’re watching us.”
Ian’s brow furrowed as he glanced at the message. “If this person knows our plan, they’re closer than we thought. Dimitri’s offer
