CHAPTER 93. MAVERICK

The villa was eerily quiet that night.

The kind of silence that hinted at something brewing beneath the surface.

Oliver sat in his study, the amber glow of the desk lamp illuminating the papers spread before him. Financial reports, security updates, and a dossier on David’s known associates stared back at him, but his mind wasn’t on them.

A soft knock on the door broke his concentration. He glanced up to see Elena standing in the doorway, a steaming mug in her hand.

“You’ve been in here for hours,” she said gently, walking over and placing the mug beside him. “It’s late, Oliver. Come to bed.”

“I can’t,” he replied, rubbing his temples. “Not yet. There are too many loose ends.”

Elena pulled up a chair beside him, her concerned eyes scanning his face.

“David’s gone. What more needs to be done?”

“It’s not just David,” Oliver admitted, leaning back in his chair. “The network he built—the alliances he formed—they’re still out there. And Grayson wasn’t working alone either. There’s someone
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