Serena's bright eyes narrowed slightly.
Douglas continued, "And interestingly enough, the day after you snatched it, I heard the Ghost Alliance shook down the underground auction organizers for half a billion dollars in compensation."
He started laughing, the deep, rich sound filling the tight confines of the car.
"The timeline is too perfect. So, Serena, you're with the Ghost Alliance."
It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
Serena's long eyelashes fluttered, but she didn't confirm or deny it.
"Silence is admission?" Douglas saw her reaction and knew he had his answer. "Tsk, tsk. So young, yet you've infiltrated the most powerful syndicate in the Gray Zone! I thought you grew up in the country? How did you get mixed up with them?"
"Douglas."
Serena glanced at him sideways, her voice turning cold. "Curiosity kills the cat. Push any further, and you're crossing a line."
"Alright, alright, I'll drop it."
Douglas laughed loudly, his voice filled with a thrilled exhilaration. "You've got a lot of secrets, don't you?"
"No rush. Peeling them back slowly is much more entertaining."
The pink supercar pulled back into the hotel driveway.
As soon as Serena stepped out, she felt an intense, burning gaze locked onto her.
She stopped and looked up.
Standing by the hotel's revolving doors was a tall, imposing figure.
The man stood on the boundary of the shadows and the streetlights. His devastatingly handsome face was expressionless, but his dark, mesmerizing eyes swirled like a dangerous vortex, staring intensely at Serena... and at Douglas stepping out of the passenger seat.
The night breeze caught his coat, but it did nothing to disperse the suffocating tension radiating from him.
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