Page 112 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

But I’m already out the door, determination driving me forward. Dominic promised me no more secrets, no more shutting me out. And I won’t lose him now—not when we’re so close to the truth.

The villa looms ahead as I approach, the sound of gunfire echoing through the night. I force myself to push down the fear threatening to consume me, focusing on one thought: finding Dominic.

As I slip through the shadows, the chaos of the scene unfolds around me. Guards are down, the air thick with smoke and tension.

And then I see him.

Dominic stands in the middle of the chaos, his gun trained on a figure in the distance. Vega.

But before I can call out to him, a figure steps out of the shadows behind him, a weapon raised.

“Dominic!” I scream, my voice breaking through the chaos.

He turns, just as the shot rings out.

30

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Dominic

The hum of the private jet fades into the background as I focus on the glowing screen of my laptop. Adrian’s voice filters through the headset I’m wearing, sharp and urgent as he relays the latest intel.

“We’ve confirmed it,” Adrian says. “The offshore account ties directly to Reyes’ network. But it’s bigger than we thought, Dominic—he’s running a full-scale cyber-espionage operation.”

My hands clench the edges of the laptop as his words sink in. This isn’t just about Kane Enterprises anymore. It’s bigger. Much bigger.

“What kind of operation?” I ask, my voice tight.

“Reyes isn’t just targeting you,” Adrian explains. “He’s siphoning data from multiple corporations across different sectors—tech, pharmaceuticals, finance. He’s hacking trade secrets,blackmailing executives, and selling information to the highest bidder. Conrad was just a tool—a diversion to focus your attention while he expanded.”

I curse under my breath, my jaw tightening. Reyes is a parasite, feeding on the vulnerabilities of others. If we don’t stop him now, he’ll bleed entire industries dry.

“Where is he?” I demand, my tone cutting through the noise of the cabin.

Adrian hesitates. “We’ve traced the offshore account activity to a location in Zurich—a private estate tucked into the hills outside the city. Reyes is careful, but he’s getting sloppy. He’s made this his hub.”

I glance across the cabin to Eva, who sits with her arms crossed, the glow of her tablet screen illuminating her face. She looks up, her green eyes locking with mine, searching for answers.

“What did he say?” she asks, her voice steady but laced with tension.

I pull the headset off and set it aside. “Reyes is in Zurich. This is where it ends.”

Eva nods, her shoulders squaring as though bracing for what’s to come. “We’ll stop him,” she says, her voice low but resolute.

I study her for a long moment, feeling the familiar tug deep in my chest. Despite everything she’s endured, she’s still here—fierce and unwavering. Part of me wishes I could shield her from the danger ahead, but I know better. Eva isn’t someone who waits on the sidelines.

“We’ll end this,” I say softly. “Together.”

The estate looms before us, nestled in a valley surrounded by dense trees and rolling hills. From a distance, it looks idyllic—white stone walls, massive glass windows, and sprawling grounds. But I know better. This isn’t a sanctuary; it’s a fortress.

Adrian’s team has provided us with everything—security layouts, blind spots, shift rotations. Reyes has guards patrolling the perimeter and motion sensors covering key access points. But no fortress is impenetrable.

Eva crouches beside me, her breath visible in the cold night air. Dressed in dark clothes, her hair pulled back, she studies the layout on the tablet screen with sharp focus.

“We enter through the west side,” I murmur, pointing to a blind spot Adrian marked earlier. “The guard rotation will leave it exposed for approximately three minutes. Once we’re inside, we move fast.”

She nods. “And what are we looking for?”

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