Page 125 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

“And you’re doing all of this yourself?” I ask, looking up at him.

“No.” He meets my gaze, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’m doing it with you.”

The words send a jolt through me. “With me?”

“You said you don’t know what to do next,” he says simply. “Stay with me. Help me finish this.”

I stare at him, torn between disbelief and a deep, undeniable pull to say yes.

“Okay,” I say finally, my voice soft but certain. “I’m with you.”

Dominic’s smile widens, and for a moment, the weight of everything feels a little lighter.

The intercom buzzes, shattering the fragile peace between us. Dominic strides to the panel and presses the button. “What is it?”

“Mr. Kane,” a voice crackles through. “A package just arrived. It’s addressed to Ms. Walker.”

My stomach twists.

Dominic’s jaw tightens. “Bring it up,” he says, his voice like steel.

Minutes later, the package is delivered—a simple manila envelope with my name scrawled across the front. Dominic grabs it before I can, inspecting it carefully before slicing it open.

Inside is a single flash drive.

Dominic plugs it into his laptop, his expression darkening as a single file appears:

“FOR EVA.”

He clicks it open, and the screen fills with text. My breath catches as I read through the file—a web of names, accounts, and evidence that ties Reyes to a global conspiracy.

“This is everything,” I whisper.

“It’s a confession,” Dominic mutters. “Or a trap.”

His gaze meets mine, and I see the fire in his eyes. Reyes thinks he can control this narrative, but he’s underestimated us.

I straighten, resolve hardening in my chest. “Then let’s make our next move.”

The moment feels suspended, the words “FOR EVA” glaring back at me like a taunt. My pulse pounds in my ears as I glance at Dominic. His face is a study in tension—his jaw clenched, his shoulders rigid, his piercing blue eyes locked on the screen.

“Reyes is playing with us,” Dominic says finally, his voice cutting through the heavy silence. “He wants us to act without thinking.”

“But why?” I whisper, my fingers gripping the edge of the table. “Why would he send this to me?”

Dominic leans back, his expression grim. “Because he knows you’re the key to this. He’s counting on you wanting to end this quickly—on both of us being desperate enough to make a mistake.”

I swallow hard, the weight of his words settling in my chest. Dominic is right. Reyes’s moves are always calculated, always designed to exploit vulnerabilities. He knows exactly how to twist the knife.

“Then we don’t give him what he wants,” I say, my voice steadier than I feel. “We don’t play his game.”

Dominic’s lips twitch in the faintest hint of a smile. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do.”

Adrian arrives an hour later, his entrance punctuated by the sharp clack of his shoes against the marble floor. He’s carrying a slim black case, his suit slightly wrinkled, but his focus razor-sharp. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries.

“Let me see it,” Adrian says, striding straight to the laptop.

Dominic steps aside, allowing Adrian to take his place. The screen still displays the file’s contents—a labyrinth of names, accounts, and connections. Adrian’s eyes narrow as he scans the data, his fingers moving quickly over the keys.

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