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Knight stepped off the plane, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the private hangar. The air was cold, biting against his skin, but his mind remained sharp, his senses alert. He moved swiftly towards the waiting car, his eyes scanning the perimeter. The driver, an older man with years of service behind him, gave a respectful nod as he opened the door.

“Where to, sir?” the driver asked.

“Headquarters,” Knight replied, his tone clipped. “And step on it.”

As the car sped out of the airfield, Knight’s phone buzzed again. His fingers tightened around it as he glanced down. It was a message from his tech team—a brief update, but one that made his eyes narrow.

Feed hacked. Location of Jasmine and Henry traced. Estate under heavy surveillance. Armed men spotted.

He felt a surge of anger. This wasn’t just about business. It was personal. Whoever had orchestrated this attack on his family was making a statement. They knew his weakness. They knew where to strike.

His mind raced, forming a p