The first leak went live. An anonymous report about Crawford family blackmail. With a digital signature that led to Ethan. But not directly. Just enough for the whispers to start.

At a midnight café in Istanbul, a figure sat in a booth wearing sunglasses and a raincoat.

A courier approached. “From London,” the courier said.

The figure accepted the flash drive. Plugged it into a private terminal.

Watched the footage.

Sophie. Her father. The argument.

Then a line Ethan hadn’t seen yet:

“If you ever use her name for that, I’ll destroy you.”

The figure smiled.

“So… even the old man had limits.”

They looked up.

And said to no...