Chapter 103

Across the street, a black Aston Martin was parked with its windows half lowered.

Tom Malfoy reclined in the back seat, his eyes gleaming with predatory interest as he watched the scene unfold. His lips curved into a calculating smile. “So that’s Blackwood’s woman?”

“Indeed, sir,” Damian Walsh confirmed beside him.

Tom’s mouth quirked slightly. “Resilient little thing, isn’t she?”

“Those men flanking her are clearly Blackwood’s security detail.”

Tom studied her with deliberate intensity. “She is rather captivating. No wonder Blackwood is so thoroughly

consumed by her.”

“This woman,” Damian remarked with quiet certainty, “is Blackwood’s sole vulnerability.”

“How convenient,” Tom replied, his gaze shifting away as something dark flickered across his features. “Blackwood demolished my operation. It’s only fair I reciprocate with an appropriate gesture of… appreciation.”

That Russian venture had cost him an extraordinary investment of resources and capital. Then, at the critical moment, Blackwood had systematically dismantled everything, inflicting catastrophic financial damage that had nearly crippled him.

This debt wouldn’t go unpaid.

Thalia Winters. Let’s see if luck continues to favor you quite so generously.

At the police station.

Thalia made a brief call, and within minutes, the officer handling her case received instructions from above.

After ending the call, the officer’s demeanor transformed completely. “Ms. Winters,” he said with newfound deference, “we’ve officially classified your case as attempted murder. The investigation is now underway. You’re free to leave–we’ll contact you immediately with any developments.”

Thalia acknowledged this with a slight nod. “I appreciate your assistance.”

As she exited the station, her phone rang with an unfamiliar number.

“I understand you’ve taken on Bormen’s case,” the caller began without preamble, his tone laced with barely concealed hostility. “Filing for arbitration against my company?”

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Thalia’s expression cooled. “That’s correct.”

“Ms. Winters, perhaps we might discuss this matter in person? At my office, if you’d be so inclined.”

The man’s tone carried an unmistakable undercurrent of entitlement and disdain.

“Who am I speaking with?”

A cold laugh came through the line. “Feynman Port. Mark Bormen’s former employer.”

name registered immediately. In preparing the labor arbitration documents, she had reviewed

exactly did you wish to

than

you agree?”

The address?”

provided the location–an exclusive business club approximately ten miles from her

drummed thoughtfully against the

it reeked of ulterior

to meet on his own territory, under the pretext of discussing settlement terms,

sinister intentions.

her

immediately.

vigilant–I suspect our host may have arrangements

“Understood.”

private room of the

with a buzz cut, clad in a black leather jacket, lounged on the sofa, swirling whisky

vigilantly positioned at strategic points around

want her

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men responded in unison.

approached, impeccably dressed in a tailored light grey suit that radiated profesional authority.

moved

four men charged toward the doorway, each brandishing some

weapon.

the situation allowing her bodyguards to intercept. They moved with lethal efficiency,

erupted with groans and shouts of

seconds, all four of Port’s men lay sprawled across the floor, thoroughly

eyes from across the room. Her lips curled into a smile that held no warmth whatsoever. “Is

fresh bruises and cuts, had lost

relaxed yet somehow menacing “Was it your people who pushed me

near–fatal stabbing of Edward Thompson QC by a former client had been a sobering reminder

any remaining pretense of dignity abandoned. “For God’s sake, I’m sorry–I’ve made a terrible mistake. This won’t

answered my question. Did you arrange for someone to push me into oncoming traffic

genuinely bewildered. “I’ve never even seen you

him? Then

furrowed slightly as she considered the possibilities.

Grace Bennett

Grace was manipulative and spiteful, certainly, but attempted murder seemed beyond even her capacity for malice.

Who else, then?

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crystallized in her

Tom Malfoy,

warned her about him, mentioning that Tom might target

himself.

asked, her voice cutting through Port’s whimpering

insisted, desperation evident in every word. “Please, I’ll sort out Bormen’s compensation today–every

believe,” Thalia replied, her tone arctic. “A factory manager doesn’t typically arrange for thugs to assault a barrister without significant backing. Someone’s pulling your strings. Give me their name,

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