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    He meticulously orchestrated the raid, aiming to surprise Cartwright without giving away the element of surprise.

    But Cartwright proved more elusive than expected. When Connor and his team burst through the doors of Spring Vi, they were met with an unsettling silence. The ce waspletely deserted.

    The coffee still steaming on the table was the only sign of recent life. It was clear that Cartwright had fled moments before they arrived. Connor’s wellid ns had fallen short, and the sting of this failure fueled his frustration.

    In a fit of rage, he kicked over the coffee table and barked at Domenic, “Find out who owns this ce.”

    “Understood, Mr. Daniels,” Domenic responded, springing into action. The inquiry was swift.

    The vi was registered to Jerry Natt, a former small-time businessman who had moved abroad years ago and hadn’t looked back. It was obvious Jerry was just a smokescreen, not the true owner of the vi.

    A property worth billions was out of reach for someone like Jerry. Cartwright had cleverly used him as a fa?ade to secure the vi and stay under the radar in Blebert.

    Unfortunately, this new clue now led to a dead end, and their unintentional warning to Cartwright meant he would be even more vignt.

    On his way back, Connor shared the frustrating turn of events with Marissa over the phone.

    Marissa issued a warning. “Given Cartwright’s pledge to Neil, he’s bound to make a move against you soon. Stay sharp.”

    “I’m on it,” Connor replied, his voice steady. “It’s not him acting that worries me—it’s if he decides toy low.”

    Only Cartwright’s next move would give Connor the leads he needed to unravel the mystery.

    Previous investigations had peeled back theyers on Cartwright’s ties to the shady organization, yet his exact role remained shrouded in mystery.

    After a pause, Marissa’s voice filled the silence. “Dr. Finley should step into the light.”

    Connor’s expression turned to ice. He caught on to Marissa’s n but was quick to counter, “No. The shady organization is on a manhunt for Dr. Finley. They’ll press you into service, just like they did with your dad. It’s too risky for you.”

    “But it’s the only way to draw them out,” Marissa insisted, her tone unwavering. “I can’t just sit back and wait for them to strike. I need to be proactive.”

    “Marissa…”

    “Connor, I’ve made up my mind,” Marissa cut in sharply. “I need to deal with the shady organization soon to check on Tiffany’s well-being. If not, I fear for her health.”

    Connor mulled over her words. He understood her logic, but his concern for her safety clouded his judgment.

    Then it hit him—Marissa was also ck Mallow, a formidable force on the battlefield. It was not in her nature to cower in the shadows; stopping her was futile.

    “Alright, if you’re set on this, I’m with you,” he said.

    “Good. I’ll be back at Daniels Group tomorrow,” Marissa dered.

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