Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three
Zhao Wei's POV
The report sat on my desk, marked with the red seal that indicated priority intelligence.
My spies had finally located her. Italy. Specifically, a small city outside Rome. She'd been spotted at a local hospital twice in the past week.
Probably sick. Nothing serious, according to the surveillance.
I leaned back in my chair and studied the photograph they'd included. Grainy. Taken from a distance. But it was definitely her.
Alicia.
Even in a blurry photo wearing plain clothes, she was beautiful. That silver hair. Those eyes. She'd always been striking, even as a child.
I set the photo down and poured myself a drink. Whiskey. Expensive. The kind my father used to keep locked away.
For now, I'd push her aside. There were more immediate concerns. The Blackwoods. Emily's plan. The empire I was building.
But Alicia was always meant to be the prize.
