Chapter 54
Author: Ogbenz
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Silent Pursuit

The mansion hummed with deceptive calm. Every polished surface reflected a world of order, but Clara knew better. Danger moved in whispers here.

Clara spent the morning mapping the house in her mind. Every corridor, every stairwell, every seldom-used service passage had been examined, logged, and linked in invisible threads only she could see. The guard with the tattoo was a node in Kane’s network—a conduit for messages, instructions, and information. But Clara couldn’t yet prove who he reported to, not without being caught in the act. And being caught would risk far more than her dignity; it could compromise Ethan, and she couldn’t allow that.

By mid-morning, Clara had devised a plan to monitor the guard more discreetly. She moved as naturally as possible, blending into her daily routine while keeping one eye on him. Breakfast with Ethan became a careful dance. Her voice was light, casual, yet every movement—how she tilted her head, the subtle flicks of her eyes toward
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