Villain Ch 1822. Modified
"Shit… she really did it…"
Liam hissed through his teeth as the video played across the monitor in the office. The lighting was dim, filtered through slatted blinds, the only glow coming from the screen and the low hum of the city beyond the glass wall behind them.
Darren didn't flinch.
Didn't curse.
Didn't even blink.
He just sat there—arms folded, jaw clenched, eyes locked on the footage like it was a chessboard and he already saw the last move.
Across from them, seated on a velvet chair too expensive for its comfort level, was Mr. Bell. Immaculate gray suit. Fingers laced over his crossed knee, eyes sharp despite the tired lines beneath them.
None of them looked panicked.
They looked…
Prepared.
Callous.
Quietly furious.
Because they'd seen this coming.
The moment Sophia got arrested—right outside the Goldborne estate of all places—they knew. That wasn't a coincidence. That wasn't a breakdown. That was a target. A trigger.
And a warning.
