Back in Zurich, Alexander entered the civic newsroom’s second floor to find a sealed envelope waiting.

No return address.

Inside: photos.

Him, standing with Sifa, surrounded by blueprints.

And beneath them — a fabricated memo implying Phoenix was secretly funding the operation under Sophie’s orders.

And a final line:

“You’ve become her puppet. How long before she cuts the strings?”

Alexander froze.

Then smiled.

Camellia stared at the leather pouch Belinda had handed her the night before.

Inside were tools that could dismantle the entire Phoenix chain of command. They could prove Sophie never wanted power — only escape.

But they could also destroy the public trust.

Rachel entered.

“Whatever...