Rowan glanced down at his phone, the glow of the screen reflecting sharply against his face beneath the warm lights of the ballroom.
A single message stared back at him.
"All information confirmed. What do you want me to do with him?"
He didn’t hesitate.
His fingers moved almost immediately... calm, precise.
It was Cedric. His personal assistant.
Only hours earlier, Cedric’s call had come just minutes after Rowan and Cathie stepped out of the car. Quiet information, passed through alliances that preferred whispers to headlines. Rowan had listened without interruption, already knowing the name before Cedric confirmed it.
Valente.
Mr. Dylan Valente—owner of the estate hosting the gala, founder of the second-largest company across the states. Powerful. Respected.
And still, unmistaka
