CHAPTER 94. HIGH-LEVEL

The villa stood in an unusual calm the next morning, its silence deceptive. Oliver was seated on the terrace, sipping his coffee while scanning the latest intelligence reports.

Elena joined him shortly, holding her own cup.

The soft morning sunlight fell on her face, but her expression was far from serene.

“Any updates?” she asked, sitting beside him.

“None worth celebrating,” Oliver replied, placing the report down. “Maverick’s arrest gave us some leads, but they’ve hit a dead end. Whoever’s behind him is more careful, more calculated.”

Before Elena could respond, Oliver’s phone buzzed on the table. He glanced at the screen and frowned.

The call was from an unknown number. Hesitating for only a moment, he answered.

“Roberts,” he said curtly.

A smooth, unfamiliar voice replied, dripping with mockery.

“Ah, Oliver Roberts. The man who toppled empires and sleeps soundly in his ivory tower.”

“Who is this?” Oliver demanded, his voice sharp.

“You may call me Lucian,” the man said, his tone
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