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Han snorted. “The Ingram and Windore families may not swim in money like yours, but <b>sixty </b>million is hardly beyond us,”
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“How unfortunate,” Julius murmured, eyes on the passing lights. “I never intended another <b>man </b>to cover what I spend on my girlfriend.”
“Quinnie is not your girlfriend,” Han shot back, anger ring, “You two already broke up.”
“I never said we were over,” Julius corrected, voice unhurried. “We’re merely taking a brief step apart.”
Their eyes collided in the rear–view mirror, sparks firing until the temperature inside felt several degrees. hotter.
The chauffeur clutched the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whitened.
If these two titans chose to brawl, he doubted even Doria’sws could contain the fallout.
Yet in front, Quinn never turned. Head bowed, she drifted deeper into her private storm.
By the time they rolled up to a high–end waterfront restaurant, the driver’s palms were slick with sweat. The trio stepped inside and imed a private dining suite bathed in ambermplight.
Once the waiter departed with their order, Julius folded his hands. “You want surveince footage,” he asked Quinn. “Did something new turn up?”
Quinn didn’t hedge. She inhaled, her shoulders squaring, and let the words spill. “At Regal Ace Casino, I spotted a man who looked unnervingly like Caleb. He saw me, yet showed no flicker of recognition. I hurried after him, only to be blocked by casino security.”
Julius’s face drained of color; the fork in his hand stilled mid–air as though frozen. “You actually saw a man who looks like your brother?”
The question rattled from him, his voice trembling so hard the sybles nearly fractured.
Quinn dipped her chin, a short, decisive motion. Were she judging by features alone, she would have sworn it was Caleb. Yet the man’s tailored silk suit and the nk, unfamiliar stare had seeded doubt in her chest.
A new tension coiled inside Julius, tighter than anything Quinn felt. Every second until Fabian delivered the surveince footage stretched like a wire about to snap. He understood better than anyone: if Caleb were still breathing somewhere, there might yet be a path back to Quinn’s forgiveness. But if Caleb were truly gone, that door would m forever shut on him.
Quinn skimmed her fork across the te, lifting mashed potato to her lips while the untouched vegetables cooled beside it.
Han leaned over, concern softening his usual swagger, and ced some steak on her te. “Quinnie, no matter what’s happening, you can’t live on potatoes alone. Have some protein.”
Quinn exhaled, the sound halfway between a sigh and a groan. “I know. I’m just not in the right headspace
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<b>to </b><b>savor </b><b>anything</b><b>.</b>”
<b>Questions </b><b>crowded </b>her mind–possibilities, fears, wild theories<b>–</b>until <b>it </b>felt <b>the </b><b>very </b><b>marrow </b><b>of </b><b>her </b><b>skull </b>might burst.
<b>“</b>Whether that was Rowan or not, I’m staying with you–step for step<b>–</b>until we find him,” Han said<b>, </b><b>each </b>word hammered into ce with solemn intent.
“But you have work…” she began, guilt threading through her fatigue.
“Quinnie, have you really forgotten? I once told you that if you were ever in <b>real </b>trouble I’d <b>walk </b><b>through </b>des and fire for you. Compared to that, tracking down Rowan is nothing. If ites to it, I’d <b>stake </b><b>my </b>life on this<b>.</b><b>” </b>
Quinn stared at him, stunned. Back when she’d seen Han only as arade–in–arms, those promises had felt like brotherly zeal; now they brushed the edge of something deeper, unfamiliar.
Across the table, Julius pressed his lips into a bloodless line, knuckles whitening around his fork until <b>veins </b>crawled up his hand.
The fork splintered just short of breaking when Julius‘ phone vibrated.
Fabian’s name glowed on the screen.
“Mr. Whitethorn, I’ve secured the surveince Ms. Bridger requested. Sending it now,” Fabian reported, A momentter, several video files slid into Julius’s inbox.
Quinn’s eyes snapped to him. “Is that the footage?” she asked, tension coiling with hope.
“It is. Take a look and see if it’s what you need.” With a swift motion, Julius forwarded the files to her phone.
Quinn opened the first clip, her posture locking rigid as her gaze welded to the tiny figure that <b>so </b>resembled her brother.
The recordings showed the man entering a lift, exiting on a higher floor, then striding to the curb where a gray van waited. The camera caught the license te in crisp detail, each digit clear as daylight.
Quinn’s eyes red with sudden light. “Can we trace this te and find him?” She jabbed a finger at the frozen frame before turning a beseeching look on Julius.
“Of course. I’ll have my people dig up everything about that van and the man inside it,” Julius assured her.
Sitting beside Quinn, Han understood full well that Julius wielded serious influence in Doria, and that the Whitethorn intelligencework ranked among the finest anywhere.
Within the sprawlingbyrinth of Doria, Julius hunted for a single missing soul. Somehow, he moved faster than anyone else, sifting through official red tape and back–alley whispers alike with unnerving precision.
Quinn drew a steadying breath, then lifted her eyes to him, warmth flickering behind hershes. “Thank you–truly.”
After the meal, Quinn and Han stood, ready to return to the hotel and wait for news, when Julius
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<b>stepped </b>forward and caught Quinn gently yet firmly–by the forearm<b>. </b>“I need to <b>speak </b><b>with </b>you.
Quinn arched a brow, striving forposure even as a pulse thrummed beneath his fingers. “<b>Say </b><b>what </b>you need to <b>say</b><b>,</b><b>” </b>
<b>“</b>I would prefer we spoke alone,” Julius replied, allowing his <b>gaze </b>to flick–pointed, restrained–<b>toward </b>Han before returning to Quinn.