Page 71 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

“We need to move,” Dominic says, his eyes locking with mine. “Now.”

The Escape

We make our way back toward the entrance, every step measured and deliberate. The sound of engines grows louder, and my pulse quickens as we slip out the front door and into the shadows.

“East side,” Adrian’s voice directs. “There’s a clearing about fifty yards out. My team will cover you.”

Dominic grabs my hand, pulling me along as we sprint across the estate’s grounds. The sound of car doors slamming and voices shouting carries through the air, but we don’t stop.

A sharp crack pierces the night—a gunshot. I stumble, my heart leaping into my throat, but Dominic’s grip keeps me steady.

“Keep moving,” he commands, his voice unwavering.

We reach the clearing just as Adrian’s team engages the reinforcements. The chaos behind us is a blur of shouts and gunfire, but Dominic’s focus remains locked on the path ahead.

“Get in,” Adrian barks as we reach an armored vehicle waiting at the edge of the clearing.

We climb in, the doors slamming shut behind us as the vehicle speeds away.

The Drive Back

The silence in the vehicle is deafening, the tension thick as we process what just happened. Adrian sits in the front seat, his gaze fixed on the road, while Dominic examines the flash drive in his hands.

“This better be worth it,” he mutters, his frustration evident.

“It will be,” I say, though my own doubts gnaw at me.

Back at the penthouse, the tension doesn’t abate. Adrian plugs the flash drive into his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he decrypts the files.

“What do you see?” Dominic asks, his voice tight.

Adrian’s expression darkens as the files open. “It’s a communications log,” he says. “Reyes has been coordinating with someone inside Kane Enterprises. These messages—” He pauses, scrolling through the data. “They’re planning something big. And soon.”

“What’s the target?” I ask, leaning over his shoulder.

Adrian shakes his head. “It doesn’t say. But there’s a date—tomorrow.”

Dominic exhales sharply, his fists clenching. “Then we don’t have much time.”

The Cliffhanger

As Adrian continues to analyze the files, Dominic’s phone buzzes. He glances at the screen, his expression darkening as he reads the message.

“What is it?” I ask, my stomach twisting.

He shows me the screen. The message is short but chilling:"Enjoy the show. Tomorrow, everything falls."

Dominic’s grip on the phone tightens, his blue eyes filled with fury. “They think they’ve already won,” he says, his voice a low growl.

“They’re wrong,” I say, determination hardening my voice.

But as the weight of the message sinks in, a single thought lodges itself in my mind:What if we’re too late?

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Dominic

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