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    Jasmine followed the exact n Ste had coached her through. “Jake’s already behind bars, and thew will take care of the rest. What, you think you can do better than thew? Tell me why I should believe a word you say.”


    A lowugh brushed the caller’s voice, as if he found Jasmine’s question naive. “Tomorrow afternoon at three. East Town Cafe. You’ll understand then.”


    Once the call ended, Jasmine immediately forwarded the recording to Ste.


    Not long after, Ste and William reached the apartment William had arranged for Jasmine to stay in temporarily.


    After listening to the recording, Ste looked at William. “Is that his voice?”


    William gave a firm nod. “That’s Scorpion’s voice.”


    Ste fell silent for a moment, weighing her thoughts before she spoke. “You should meet him tomorrow.”


    Color drained from Jasmine’s face. “You mean… I have to go alone?”


    Jasmine had never handled anything this dangerous by herself. Thest time she was shot, others had been nearby, including bodyguards.


    But this time, she would be facing the stranger on her own.


    William’s voice stayed steady. “Don’t worry. Our people will be watching from a distance. All you have to do is show up and keep it brief.”


    William needed to confirm whether Scorpion had any ties to Drake. With Erebus divided and its loyalties shifting, he no longer knew how many factions were still in y.


    By now, Jasmine had no choice but to follow through. She had offered to help Ste, and backing out wasn’t an option anymore.


    The following afternoon, she arrived at the East Town Cafe right on schedule.


    Jasmine chose a seat by the window and ordered atte. Her palms were damp with nerves, and she kept clenching her fists to steady them.


    When the clock struck three, a man wearing a baseball cap and a mask slid into the seat across from her.


    He tugged off one glove, revealing a scorpion tattoo etched across the web of his hand. The sight seared itself into Jasmine’s memory.


    The voice that followed was unmistakable—the same one from the call, dripping with mockery. “Miss yton, you’re right on time.”


    Jasmine tightened her grip on the cup, forcing her tone to stay even. “You said you could help me get even with Jake?”


    He leaned in, his words oiled with persuasion. “Work with us, and Jake will be yours to handle. We know how he broke your trust and took your money. We can make him suffer far worse than prison. Prison is too easy for him, do you not agree?”


    Jasmine drew a steadying breath, following the script Ste had given her. “You’re after Ms. Russell, aren’t you? What do you want from her?”


    His eyes iced over, and his voice turned darker. “That is not a question you should be asking.”


    Jasmine deliberately raised her voice, letting worry and suspicion show on her face. “What if I help you and you turn on me? Your group isn’t exactly trustworthy. Does your boss even know you arranged this meeting?”


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