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    William handed Ste the tablet, his voice cold and measured. “Amon’s left the country.”


    Ste stared at the flight information shing across the screen, a headache quickly building. After the Carter family had let him slip away, she had suspected Amon would make a break for it overseas. It made sense—evading capture abroad was far easier than on home turf. Even with solid evidence, catching him in another country wasn’t a guarantee.


    She couldn’t shake the memory of Amon’s words: “The game’s just beginning.” What was he up to now? All Ste knew was that this endless chase was wearing her thin, physically and mentally.


    William must have noticed the tension in her face. He ced a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’ve got people tracking him. Don’t worry, we’re on it.”


    Ste exhaled slowly, nodding in acknowledgment. She knew he was trying to reassure her, but it didn’t take away the growing sense of unease.


    That night, after a long shower, Ste finally sank into bed. The soft mattress offered a brief moment of relief, but it didn’tst long. Her phone began to vibrate violently on the nightstand. She nced at the unknown number shing on the screen. Her fingers stiffened, cold with apprehension.


    After a moment of hesitation, she answered, pressing the phone to her ear, her breath slowing to a whisper.


    “Ms. Russell, I’m aware of the situation you’re in.”


    The voice on the other end was t, impersonal. There was no discernible emotion—just a cold detachment that made it hard to tell if it was a man or a woman.


    “It’s been years since your mother’s deal went south. It must still sting, doesn’t it? A young woman like you, digging up all that history, clinging to it. It takes guts.”


    The voice held a mocking tone, as though Ste’s entire struggle was nothing more than a passing amusement to them—a minor inconvenience.


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    Ste’s grip on the phone tightened, her knuckles nching. “Who are you?”


    The voice chuckled softly, as if her question were trivial. “Someone who can help you get out of this. Work with us. Pick up where your mother left off with that research, and all your…”


    “Problems? Gone. Money. Influence. Even the truth you’ve been chasing—it’s yours for the taking.”


    Ste’s heart skipped. After all her efforts to uncover the truth, she hadn’t expected this. The organization was offering her a deal. She didn’t know who this person was, but it was clear they shared Amon’s intent to use her for their own gain.


    Ste forced herself to breathe, her voice controlled. “Why should I trust you? Wasn’t it your people who had my mother killed?”


    A deal with Amon had been like shaking hands with a snake. What made this person any different? Amon couldn’t break her, so now they were sending someone else to do the job. It felt like a joke.


    The voice remained calm, unwavering. “You don’t have to trust me. But you should know this: I’m the only one who knows who was actually behind your mother’s death. Even Amon doesn’t know the full story.”


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