Chapter 27

Victor Montgomery leaned back in his leather seat, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the armrest as the plane descended toward the runway. His eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction, his mind already a step ahead. Anderson thought he could outsmart me? The thought amused him. He had waited patiently for this moment, and thanks to Raul, his most trusted assistant, everything had fallen into place perfectly.

Raul had delivered valuable information: one of the Blackwell guards had cracked, spilling every detail of Anderson’s so-called master plan. It was laughable, really. Anderson, with all his resources, had failed to account for the one thing Victor excelled at—predicting the unpredictable. While Anderson thought everything was under control, Victor’s men were already in Germany, waiting for Lena’s arrival.

The jet touched down with a soft thud on the runway. Victor adjusted his suit jacket, smoothing out the creases as he stood. He cracked his neck, his movements deliberate, unhurri