Page 92 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

Eva’s gaze sharpens, her expression shifting from frustration to determination. “Then let’s change the game.”

Adrian enters the room, a new set of documents in hand. “We’ve got something,” he announces, placing them on the table. “The Singapore operation isn’t just financial—it’s physical. Reyes and Conrad are consolidating assets into a private compound outside the city.”

“What kind of assets?” I ask, already anticipating the worst.

“Tech,” Adrian replies. “Prototypes, intellectual property—everything they’ve stolen from Kane Enterprises and likely more. If they secure it, they’ll have the leverage to fund their next move indefinitely.”

Eva leans forward, scanning the documents. “Then that’s where we hit them.”

I nod, my focus sharpening. “We don’t wait. We move now.”

Adrian hesitates. “It’s not going to be easy. The compound is heavily guarded, and we’re operating outside familiar territory. If this goes sideways…”

“It won’t,” I interrupt, my tone leaving no room for argument. “We can’t let them regroup.”

Eva straightens, her presence steady beside me. “Then we prepare. We’ve come this far, and we’re not stopping now.”

The next hours are a blur of preparation. Adrian coordinates with international contacts, securing transport and support for the Singapore operation. Eva and I work through every detail of the compound’s layout, identifying weaknesses and crafting contingencies.

As dawn breaks, the exhaustion weighs heavily on us, but there’s no time to stop. Every second is a reminder of what’s at stake—everything we’ve fought for, everything we stand to lose.

“Dominic,” Eva says softly, her voice breaking through my thoughts. I glance up to find her standing beside me, her expression both weary and resolute. “We’re going to win this.”

Her confidence is unwavering, and it steadies something in me. I nod, reaching for her hand. “Together.”

As we step onto the tarmac, the private jet gleams under the rising sun, a symbol of the next chapter in this fight. Adrian’steam moves efficiently, loading equipment and finalizing logistics.

Eva stands beside me, her gaze fixed on the horizon. “Do you think they know we’re coming?” she asks, her voice quiet but steady.

“They always know,” I reply, my tone grim. “But it won’t matter. This time, we’re ready.”

The sound of my phone buzzing pulls my attention. I glance at the screen, my chest tightening as I read the message.

Unknown Number:“Your move, Kane. Let’s see if you’re ready for the final round.”

My grip tightens around the phone, the weight of the message sinking in. Reyes and Conrad aren’t just preparing for their next move—they’re waiting for us.

“They’re daring us to come,” I say, meeting Eva’s gaze. Her expression doesn’t falter, her resolve mirroring mine.

“Then let’s not disappoint them,” she says.

As we board the jet, the tension crackles in the air, a promise of what’s to come. The board is set, and the stakes have never been higher.

This ends now.

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Eva

The hum of the car engine is a low, steady rhythm as we drive back toward Dominic’s penthouse. The city lights blur outside the window, their glow muted against the storm brewing inside me. My reflection stares back from the glass—pale, tense, and filled with dread.

Dominic sits beside me, his gaze fixed forward, his jaw clenched tight. He hasn’t said much since we left Kane Enterprises, but the energy radiating off him is enough to fill the silence. His control has always been absolute, but tonight, I can see the fractures beneath the surface.

The moment we pull into the private garage, his phone buzzes. Dominic glances at the screen, his brows furrowing into a deep V.

“What is it?” I ask, trying to steady my voice.

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