Page 54 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

His gaze softens slightly, but he doesn’t argue. Instead, he sets the tablet down and crosses the room, leaning against the counter.

“I don’t have the luxury of stopping,” he says quietly.

The vulnerability in his voice catches me off guard. I want to press, to understand the weight he’s carrying, but before I can say anything, his phone buzzes.

He answers immediately, his expression darkening as Adrian speaks.

“Falcon’s account activity just spiked,” Dominic says after hanging up. “They’re moving money—big amounts.”

“Where?” I ask, my pulse quickening.

“Out of the Caymans,” Dominic replies. “To a subsidiary in Zurich.”

“Zurich?” I repeat, frowning. “That’s not just laundering. That’s consolidation.”

“Exactly,” he says, grabbing his jacket. “They’re preparing to disappear.”

“Wait,” I say, standing. “What are you doing?”

“Cutting them off,” he says, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I’m coming with you,” I say firmly.

“No,” Dominic snaps. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I don’t care,” I fire back. “I’m in this just as much as you are. If Falcon’s making moves, we need to know why.”

His jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue further. Instead, he motions for me to follow.

A Tense Confrontation

The ride through the city is tense and quiet, the weight of what we’re walking into pressing down on both of us. Dominic navigates the dark streets with the precision of someone used to high-stakes situations, but even he can’t hide the tension in his grip on the wheel.

We pull up outside a nondescript office building. The lights are on, but the street is eerily quiet.

“This is where Adrian traced the transfer,” Dominic says, parking. “Stay close. If anything feels off, we leave.”

I nod, my heart pounding as we step out of the car.

The building’s interior is stark and sterile, a maze of hallways that all look the same. Dominic leads the way, his movements deliberate and measured.

When we reach the office in question, the door is ajar. Inside, the room is empty—except for a single laptop on a bare desk.

“This feels like a trap,” I whisper.

Dominic nods, his gaze scanning the room. “Stay here.”

He steps forward, his shoulders tense as he approaches the laptop. The screen lights up with a blinking cursor, and then a message appears:

"You’re closer than you think. But not close enough."

Dominic curses under his breath as the screen goes dark.

“What does that mean?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“It means they’re watching us,” Dominic says, his voice low and dangerous. “And they’re not done yet.”

The weight of the moment settles over me as we leave the office. Whoever Falcon is, they’re always one step ahead. And as Dominic’s phone buzzes with another alert, I realize the game we’re playing isn’t just about Kane Enterprises anymore.

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