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Astor sat in his study, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the edge of his desk. The silence in the room was interrupted only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the old floorboards. He stared at the documents in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere.

The clues he had been gathering were beginning to form a pattern—one that made his stomach churn. Whoever was targeting him was calculating, methodical, and always one step ahead. But now, they were making their moves more personal, and Charlotte and Jasmine were in the crosshairs.

He reached for his phone and dialed Harrison, his private...