Nobody slept.
Not really.
The atmosphere inside the estate had shifted too dramatically for that.
What had started as a celebration had quietly transformed into something else entirely.
Questions.
Too many questions.
And none of the answers seemed good.
The large lounge remained illuminated well past midnight as Adrian worked through financial records, corporate filings, international reports, and acquisition histories.
Three laptops were open.
Two tablets.
Four coffee cups.
Victor had somehow consumed most of the coffee despite doing none of the actual work.
A remarkable achievement.
Camille sat curled into one corner of the sofa, watching the screen displaying Dominion Global's announcement.
The headline still bothered her.
Maybe because it contradicted everything Chanel had said.
Or maybe because it didn't.
That was the problem.
She wasn't sure anymore.
Across the room Dante stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the lake.
Silent.
Thinking.
