Zyron's POV
It was past midnight. Savvanah was fast asleep beside me, one hand resting protectively over her belly.
I stared at the ceiling, wide awake. My mind kept replaying that name—Room 2229.
My phone buzzed quietly on the nightstand.
Ryker: Bro, I found something. Call me. It's bad.
Careful not to wake her, I slipped out of bed, grabbed my jacket, and stepped out into the balcony. The city lights flickered below like dying stars. I called him.
He answered on the first ring. "You're not gonna like this," Ryker said.
"Tell me."
"I checked the hotel's internal records. There really was a dead body in Room 2229—a man named Carlo Jimenez. He used to work for Salvartes Tech Logistics."
My pulse spiked. "That's one of our father's partner companies."
"Yeah. And before he died, Carlo sent an encrypted email to a private address. Guess whose?"
I swallowed hard. "Whose?"
"Scarlett Valdez."
The night wind felt suddenly colder.
