Page 131 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Reyes.

My blood runs cold.

“What do you want?” I demand, forcing steel into my voice.

He chuckles, low and mocking. “I just wanted to remind you who you’re dealing with. Check your inbox.”

The line goes dead.

I sit frozen for a moment before grabbing my laptop. A new email sits at the top of my inbox—no subject, no sender. My heart pounds as I open it.

A single attachment:“For Eva.”

Dominic enters the room, his expression darkening as he sees my face. “What is it?”

“It’s from Reyes,” I whisper.

He’s at my side in an instant. “Don’t open it.”

But it’s too late. The attachment opens, flooding the screen with documents—financial statements, contracts, blueprints.

Dominic leans closer, his jaw tightening. “This… this is his operation.”

The files detail Reyes’s vast network—connections to shell companies, offshore accounts, and a new name:Lena’s Project.

“He’s tied to the environmental initiative,” I whisper, dread sinking into my stomach.

Dominic’s expression hardens. “He’s using it as a front. This isn’t just about Kane Enterprises anymore. This is global.”

By evening, the penthouse buzzes with activity. Adrian and his team work tirelessly, unraveling the threads Reyes has left behind.

Dominic and I sift through the evidence, side by side, the weight of it all pressing down on us.

“We’re running out of time,” I say, urgency thick in my voice.

“We’ll figure it out,” Dominic replies, his tone unyielding. “We always do.”

But as the night deepens, one thing becomes painfully clear: Reyes isn’t done. And his next move could destroy everything.

The low hum of the jet engine fills the cabin as we streak through the night sky toward Hong Kong. The city that never sleeps looms ahead, its glowing skyline promising answers—or more chaos. Dominic sits across from me, his head bowed as he reviews the latest intel on Reyes. His focus is laser-sharp, but his tension is palpable, radiating off him in waves.

I lean back in my seat, trying to ignore the knot twisting in my stomach. The events of the last few days have taken a toll, and despite Dominic’s best efforts to shield me, I feel the weight of it all pressing down on me. Every name, every face, every detail in Reyes’s file is etched into my memory. The stakes have never been higher, and the fear of what we might face claws at the edges of my resolve.

Dominic glances up from his laptop, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine. “You should rest,” he says, his voice low but firm. “It’s going to be a long night.”

“I could say the same to you,” I reply, my tone softer than I intended. “You’ve been running on fumes.”

He offers a faint smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll rest when Reyes is behind bars—or buried.”

The raw determination in his voice sends a shiver through me. Dominic Kane doesn’t do things halfway. He’s a man who finishes what he starts, no matter the cost.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table between us. “What’s the plan once we land?”

Dominic pulls up a map of Hong Kong on the screen in front of him, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “Adrian’s team has identified three key locations tied to Reyes’s operation. A shipping warehouse in Kowloon, a high-rise downtown, and a private airfield on the outskirts of the city. We’ll hit all three simultaneously.”

“And Reyes?” I ask, my heart pounding at the thought of finally confronting the man who’s caused so much destruction.

Dominic’s jaw tightens. “If he’s there, we take him down. But we don’t move recklessly. This has to be surgical.”

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