Page 91 of Falling for the Grump Billionaire

I glance at the screen, the numbers and names forming a trail that could lead us to Reyes’s next move. “It’s a start.”

Eva steps closer, her hand brushing mine. “We’ll finish this, Dominic. Together.”

I meet her gaze, the weight of her words grounding me. “Together.”

As the night stretches on, one thing becomes clear: this war isn’t over. But for the first time, I feel the tide turning in our favor. And I’ll do whatever it takes to see it through.

The warehouse stands silent, a hollow shell of chaos. The dim lighting casts eerie shadows across the walls, their jagged shapes a reflection of the fractured night we’re enduring. Adrian’s team moves swiftly, securing the last of Conrad’s men, but my focus is razor-sharp on one thing: Reyes and Conrad have escaped. Again.

“Adrian,” I bark into the comm, my voice a low growl. “What’s the status on that tunnel?”

“Still clearing it,” he responds. “Reyes set up a failsafe. It’s rigged to collapse if tampered with.”

Of course, it is. Reyes doesn’t leave loose ends unless he wants them found. I clench my jaw, the weight of this setback pressing down on me. He wanted us here tonight, wanted us distracted, and we played right into his hands.

Eva steps beside me, her breath still uneven from the fight. Her hair is slightly mussed, her jacket smudged with dirt, but her eyes burn with fierce determination.

“This wasn’t just about escaping,” she says quietly. “He wanted us focused here, looking for him.”

I nod, my thoughts aligning with hers. “It’s a diversion. He’s shifting the board.”

Adrian approaches, his expression grim as he hands me a tablet. “This was pulled from their command center. It’s encrypted, but based on the timestamps, they’ve been monitoring us in real-time for weeks.”

I skim through the files, the images of Kane Enterprises and key assets flashing across the screen. “They’ve been gathering intel,” I mutter. “Every move we’ve made, every step forward—we’ve been feeding them information without even knowing it.”

Eva peers over my shoulder, her voice edged with frustration. “And now they’ve got a head start on whatever’s next.”

Back in the SUV, the ride is tense and silent. The city’s neon glow flickers past the windows, a surreal contrast to the gritty reality of the night. Adrian sits in the passenger seat, his fingers flying across the tablet as he works to decrypt the files. Eva sits next to me in the back, her gaze locked on the road ahead, her silence heavy with unspoken thoughts.

“They’ve shifted assets,” Adrian says suddenly, breaking the tension. “A series of offshore accounts tied to Reyes were emptied yesterday. The funds were rerouted through a holding company in Singapore.”

“Singapore?” I echo, my mind racing. “That’s outside our jurisdiction.”

Adrian nods. “Exactly. But there’s more. Reyes has been making frequent transactions with a second company—Falcon Holdings.”

Eva’s head snaps toward him, her brows knitting together. “Falcon Holdings? I’ve seen that name before. It came up in one of the files I flagged during my initial investigation.”

“Then it’s not a coincidence,” I say, my voice hardening. “He’s moving his operation offshore, consolidating power before we can reach him.”

Eva shifts in her seat, her expression thoughtful. “But if we’ve tracked the money, we can follow the trail. Reyes might be ahead, but he’s not invincible.”

“He’s arrogant,” I agree. “And that arrogance will be his downfall.”

Adrian taps the tablet, a new screen lighting up. “We have a partial location for Falcon Holdings. It’s listed as operating out of an industrial district in Singapore.”

I meet his gaze through the rearview mirror, my resolve firm. “Then that’s where we go next.”

Back at Kane Enterprises, the office is eerily quiet. The hum of the overhead lights and the faint tap of Adrian’s team working in the background are the only sounds filling the expansive space. Eva and I stand in the private conference room, reviewing the decrypted files.

“They’ve been two steps ahead this entire time,” she says, frustration lacing her voice. “Every move we make, they counter it before we can gain ground.”

“Not this time,” I reply, my tone sharper than intended. “We have the upper hand now. We know where they’re going.”

“And they know we’ll follow,” she counters, turning to face me. “Dominic, Reyes isn’t just playing chess—he’s rewriting the rules.”

I pause, her words hitting closer to the truth than I want to admit. Reyes has anticipated us at every turn, his moves calculated and precise. But he’s also underestimated something—our resilience.

“That’s his mistake,” I say, my voice softening. “He thinks we’re predictable. That’s what we’ll use against him.”

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