After talking for a while, Selena slowly turned her head toward Charlotte, her expression warm and pleasant as always. “Show me the rest of the company?” she asked in a tone that sounded casual, almost affectionate, though beneath it her intention remained unreadable.Charlotte opened her mouth immediately, but just as she inhaled, her eyes flicked toward her desk.A stack of multi-colored documents sat untouched, waiting for her signature. Beside them lay two blue folders that contained pending designs requiring final approval. Her computer screen glowed with three urgent emails flagged in red, all from high-profile clients expecting rapid decisions. Also, a meeting notification blinked in the corner of the screen, reminding her that an executive review session was starting in thirty minutes—one she absolutely could not miss.Charlotte’s smile faltered slightly. Her brows knitted together in regret. “Oh,” she breathed gently, “I would love to, but I have some urgent matters I nee

Logan had been in a meeting across town when the first warning came. He was standing beside the long glass conference table, listening to his men give updates on security matters, when something on his wrist caught his attention.At first it was just a faint blink.Barely noticeable.Then another flicker followed—small and rhythmic.Logan lifted his wrist slightly, brows knitting together. The blinking quickened. Slow at first… then faster… then urgent, like a heartbeat rising in panic.His own breath hitched.He lowered his hand, staring at the bracelet wrapped tightly against his skin. Sleek, dark, and deceptively simple on the outside, the device carried micro‑tech far too advanced for the public eye. It wasn’t jewelry. It was a warning system created for exactly one purpose:To alert Ironhand of impending danger.And this bracelet had never—never—blinked this violently before.Logan’s eyes narrowed, sharp and focused. A cold heaviness settled in his chest.This wasn’t some acci

Charlotte’s breath hitched as she rushed into her office, slamming the door behind her with trembling hands. She didn’t even stop to steady herself. Her knees nearly buckled beneath her, but she forced herself forward, stumbling toward her desk.Her hand shot toward the drawer handle.She yanked it open.And there it was.A small metallic device—no bigger than a mobile phone—nestled between her pens and neatly folded files. Except it wasn’t innocuous. It was blinking with violent red lights, pulsing faster, faster, FASTER, like a frantic heartbeat on the verge of collapse.Her own heart stopped and her skin turned ice-cold.“Oh my God…” she whispered helplessly, her voice so weak it barely left her throat. “Logan…”“Yes, that’s it,” Logan’s voice trembled through the phone speaker. Even he—cold, steady, and unshakeable—sounded terrified. “Grab it and move! You have SECONDS!”But Charlotte couldn’t move.Her feet rooted to the floor.Her hands shook so violently she almost dropped

Logan stepped closer, placing a steadying hand on Charlotte’s shoulder. His touch was firm, grounding her back into reality, back from the overwhelming swirl of fear, confusion, and disbelief clouding her mind. “Charlotte,” he said calmly, his voice a controlled anchor in the chaos, “don’t worry. We will find out who did this. I promise you.” She looked up at him with wide, uncertain eyes. Logan’s tone carried no hesitation, no doubt, or uncertainty. It was the kind of promise that left no room for fear. That alone gave her enough strength to take a slow, shaky breath. “Right now,” Logan continued, his voice steady and authoritative, “we need the security footage. We need to see everything that happened today—every movement, every entry, every second. Tell your security team to bring it immediately.” Charlotte nodded, though the movement was small and trembled slightly. She reached for her intercom with fingers that still shook, the adrenaline refusing to leave her bloodstream

aSelena’s brows tightened with irritation as she rose from the sofa, smoothing the wrinkles in her silk dress with slow, practiced strokes. The television murmured softly in the background.Damien watched her from the other end of the room, confusion clouding his features. He wasn’t used to seeing her rattled.“I’m not expecting anyone,” Selena muttered under her breath, half to herself and half to him.Damien hesitated, then walked toward the door as the ringing of the bell grew louder and more forceful. The moment he turned the knob and pulled the door open, his entire body stiffened and his breath caught in his throat.Two uniformed police officers stood outside, their expressions stern and unyielding. Selena’s stomach dropped.The officers stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, their boots thudding heavily against the tiled floor.“Good evening,” the taller officer said firmly. “We are here for Selena Sullivan.”The name echoed in the room like a sentence. Selena fro