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.”

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

did you wish to

efficient than dragging everyone

you agree?”

The

business club approximately ten miles from

disconnecting, Thalia’s fingers drummed thoughtfully against the

wasn’t a casual invitation: it reeked of ulterior motives. Caution would be essential.

own territory, under the

sinister intentions.

her security detail.

immediately.

host may have arrangements beyond what he’s

“Understood.”

the private room of

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

vigilantly positioned

in, I want her dealt with

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it, boss,” his men responded in

authority. Her black heels clicked decisively against

of her security detail moved

could even step inside, four men charged toward the

weapon.

assessment of the situation allowing her bodyguards to intercept. They moved

erupted with groans and shouts

mere seconds, all four of Port’s men

curled into a smile that

fresh bruises

menacing “Was it your people

of Edward Thompson

to his knees, any remaining pretense of dignity abandoned. “For God’s sake, I’m sorry–I’ve made a terrible mistake.

“You haven’t answered my question. Did you arrange

never

Then who?

brow furrowed slightly as she considered the possibilities.

Bennett be

thought almost immediately. Grace was manipulative and spiteful, certainly, but attempted murder seemed

Who else, then?

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name crystallized in

Tom Malfoy,

that Tom might target her as

himself.

Thalia asked, her voice cutting through Port’s whimpering

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

a barrister without significant backing. Someone’s pulling your strings. Give me their

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