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    A quiet hush settled over the room until the sound of footsteps echoed from the doorway.


    Everyone instinctively turned toward the entrance—just as Herbert strolled in from outside.


    Azy smile tugged at his lips, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly in amusement. “Well, looks like everyone’s here today.”


    His gazended on Karina, seated beside Corrine, and something clicked. Yesterday’s incident must have revolved around this woman.


    Karina, on the other hand, stiffened at the arrival of a stranger. Her spine and posture went rigid, like a deer frozen under the re of headlights.


    Sensing her unease, Corrine gently sped her hand. “Want to step outside for some air?”


    “Yes.” Karina nodded almost too quickly.


    As the two women slipped away, Herbert flicked open a silver case, plucked out a cigarette, and lit it with practiced ease. “I heard you walked out of the n meetingst night and mobilized an armed team. Was the kidnapping really that serious?”


    His tone carried a hint of disbelief—after all, to them, abductions were nothing more than minor inconveniences.


    Moses exhaled sharply. “The man nned to blow up a tunnel. That tends to create a stir.”


    The weight ofst night’s chaos still pressed on them. Presley’s report had been a gut punch.


    Fear had clouded their judgment, made them reckless. They hadn’t even swept the surroundings properly.


    Had it not been for Hawk defusing the bombs, the consequences would have been catastrophic.


    Herbert scrunched his face. “Who was behind it?”


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    Whoever had set those explosives hadn’t just been looking to scare Nate. They’d been ready to die taking him down.


    Nate’s eyes were like shards of ice. “Someone from the recently bankrupted branch.”


    “Weren’t they all locked away?” Herbert asked, his memory too foggy to recall the details. The disabled Darrion had slipped from his mind entirely.


    Moses leaned back, arms crossed. “You forgot about Darrion.”


    Silence stretched for a beat before Herbert squinted his eyes. He exhaled slowly, the cigarette smoldering between his fingers. “So it was him.”


    Outside, in the garden, Corrine and Karina settled into wicker chairs, the scent of fresh blooms mingling with the aroma of coffee.


    Corrine studied herpanion, then gently prodded, “Want to call home?” After everything that had happened—the kidnapping, the istion—surely Karina’s family in Lyhaton was worried sick.


    Karina’s fingers tightened around her cup. A faint, bitter smile flickered across her lips. “My father has no time for me now.”


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