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t a man who left a

business empire, and cer

sible through his glass walls, he knew that tonight would be pivotal. The stakes were higher th

ty's lights flickering on as darkness spread like ink across the horizon. "The investigation. I want

eside his desk, his expression unreadable. "Understood.

e sure the press keeps their mouths shut. If I catch one of t

ed to Damien's level of inte

he mission was simple, but it would require precision. And he wasn't about

shift had settled in. The usual hum of machines and distant conversations

calculated and silent. He was Syder - an agent working for Damien, expertly trained in infiltratio

passing the main elevators. A quick check of

upposed to

; they would be making their

where Lily was being kept. His movements were precise, ever

tructions. No witnes

racted by whatever nonsense was happening in the world. Without hesitation, the agent swiftly approa

ut the agent didn't flinch. He was trained for this.

cious, the beeping of the monitor steady and rhythmic, a star

lay hero. He wasn't here to sa

It would ensure that Lily stayed under for the next several hours. He injected

lowed, her face losing the tension

the next phase of the

d practiced, ensuring that nothing would distur

s to the danger that was already inside. The

one had time to realiz

trance. The agent carefully placed Lily inside the back seat,

he agent reported col

e earpiece with a chilling calmnes

s already on the next phase. He was too deep in the shadows to

cutting through the darkness of the

the sprawling mansion. Inside, Eliot Ashton sat in a plush leather chair, staring at

e," it said, the lack of emotion se

had gone to hell, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. H

ng felt

they had shared, and what he'd lost in the chaos. But

d in, his presence demanding attention. The older man was a

his features. "You've made your choice.

ed but wary. "What are

whisper. "Lily's condition... it's not a coincidence. S

asked his emotions with an icy demeanor. "What

ng. There's more to this than you think. You've made a

t before he could respond, a sharp kno

e hanging in the balance. The agent driving didn't speak, his eyes focuse

moved. Silently watching ev

his eyes narrowed in cold calcula

et anything slip through his fingers