SCORNED EX WIFE Queen Of Ashes (Camille and Stefan)

Chapter 97

Rain lashed against the windows of Victoria Kane's office, matching her dark mood. She sat rigid in her leather chair, eyes fixed on the large screen mounted on the wall. The security footage playing before her

Martin, her head of security, stood nearby, his face grim as they watched Rose Lewis slip into a side entrance of an upscale restaurant. The timestamp showed 9:43 PM, two days ago. "Pause it," Victoria commanded.

Martin pressed a button on the remote. The image froze, capturing Rose mid-

step, her face partly hidden by large sunglasses despite the late hour. Even in disguise, the hatred Victoria felt for this woman burned in her stomach

like acid.

"Continue."

The footage resumed. Rose moved through the restaurant, head down, until she reached a private dining area in the back. A walter pulled aside a curtain, revealing a booth where someone already waited. The "Can you get a better view of his face?" Victoria asked, leaning forward.

Martin shook his head. "No, ma'am. We've tried enhancing from every angle. The restaurant's security system isn't positioned to capture that corner clearly. It seems..."

"Deliberate," Victoria finished for him. "As if they knew exactly where to sit to avoid identification."

"Yes, ma'am."

Victoria's fingers tapped against the polished wood of her desk, a habit she allowed herself only in moments of deep concern. "What else?"

Martin changed to another video feed. This one showed Rose and the mystery man leaving separately. First Rose, glancing nervously over her shoulder, then twenty minutes later, the man, still with his back to backed confidence of someone used to command.

"We followed her?" Victoria asked.

"Yes. She went directly to her apartment." Martin hesitated "We tried to track the man, but he had a car waiting Black Bentley, tinted windows, changed license plates twice before we lost him in Queens." Victoria's eyes narrowed. Amateur mistakes weren't made by Martin's team. "He knew you were following."

"It appears so." Martin's professional pride seemed wounded. "Whoever he is, he has resources. And training." Victoria stood, moving to the window. Below, New York sprawled out, glistening wet from the rain, how me the other encounters," she ordered, turning back

Martin pulled up four more video clips, different locations different days. A coffee shop in Brooklyn. A bench in Central Park. The lobby of a hotel. A dock at the marina. Always the same pattern: Rose and the mystery man, faces hidden or obscured, meeting in locations that seemed randeni but Victoria recognized as strategically selected for minimal surveillance.

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"They're planning something," Victoria murmured, more to herself than to Martin.

to her. "There's more. Financial records show Rose has accessed emergency funds we weren't aware of. Not much, two hundred thousand dollars, bu Victoria swiped through the banking records,

trail we can follow. Which suggests someone who knows

on her shoulders. She had lived through corporate wars, personal tragedies, and countless attacks on her empire

Camille now?"

reviewing the final blueprints for the Grid.

Victoria thought. Protected by Alexander's

security team. But

Victoria moved back

"Sarah, cancel my meetings

ready in twenty

Triple it around Camille without making it obvious. And I want every second of Rose's day tracked, where she goes, who she

her chest surprised her. Victoria Kane did not indulge in regret, it was unproductive, wasteful.

The training. The calculated revenge. She had forged Camille into a weapon that could strike

her.

created, didn't always stay in the hands

buzzed with

found inconsistencies in the Grid blueprints. Minor but concerning. Someone may have tampered

of a

close. Coming to

and moved toward the door, then paused, turning back to look once more at the frozen image on the screen, Rose and the shadow of a man whose face they couldn't capture. "Who are you?" she

gave no answer. But Victoria felt something she hadn't experienced in years, a flutter of unease. Not fear, never fear. But a premonition that patterns were shifting, that variables she hadn' For the

her private elevator descending to the garage, Victoria pressed her palm against the hidden scanner, granting access to the secure communications system built into the wall.

soft beep, then Alexander's voice filled

"Can you speak freely?"

Camille is with Hannah reviewing the altered sections of

her voice low despite the elevator's

meeting with someone, a man. We can't

"Someone helping her

timing, the secrecy. My security team couldn't track him,

tick down. "Alexander, I've never asked about the full extent of your resources. I know they're substantial. More substantial,

this time. "What

exceed standard corporate security,