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Adrian picked up. “Speak.”

“Sir,” Matthew said from the other end of the line, “Mr. Dante Kingsley is on the line. Since this is extremely confidential and involves a high-profile individual, he demanded I connect you directly.”

“Put him on,” Adrian said, striding toward his sleek black McLaren.

A beep. Then silence.

Adrian muttered darkly, “Since when did this little Montgomery become high-profile enough for us, Dante?”

A snicker cut through the line, followed by a burst of loud, familiar laughter.

“Larry Lawson. Do you want me to personally come and break your bones?” Adrian gritted, sliding his sunglasses on and pulling out his car keys. A soft beep sounded as the car unlocked.

“Fucking hell, man. You recognized me just by my laugh?” Larry replied, still chuckling.

“Yes. Dante isn’t a clown like you. I’d know that idiot laugh anywhere.”

“You goddamn—”

“I’m busy. Shut up,” Adrian snapped.

Larry’s voice turned smug. “Well, Montgomery is not actually a high-profile individual. But this was the only damn way to get past your secretary. You’re impossible to reach, dude.”

Adrian sighed, rubbing his forehead. “Larry. Do I really need to come over and dislocate your jaw for you to stop talking, and get to the fucking point?”

“Why are you even investigating Sienna?” Larry blurted. “Isn’t she your ex from like two years ago? You’re the CEO of the largest car empire in the country, Adrian, and you're using Dante—The Dante—who owns the most feared private intelligence firm in this country, just to stalk your sweet, delicate ex?”

Adrian’s eyes darkened behind his shades.

“And weren’t you the one,” Larry kept going, “who laughed when Christian fought Ryan over his wife? Saying, ‘this much anger for just a woman’? Look at you now. Digging into your ex’s husband like a psycho—”

“She is not my ex-girlfriend,” Adrian snapped. His voice turned lethal. “She ismygirl. And Larry… that last deal your company closed with mine? It’s canceled.”

“What?! Are you out of your fucking mind? My brother is gonna kill me!”

“The deal before that? Cancelled too. Keep talking. I’m in a great fucking mood.”

“Jesus Christ, you arrogant son of a—Fine!” Larry hissed. “Here.”

There was a shuffle, a click, then a beep as the call switched to speaker mode.

Another voice came through. Cold. Raspy. Deadly calm.

“You were right,” it was Dante who answered this time. “Rosie’s pregnant. And it’s Theo’s.”

Adrian’s jaw tightened.

Dante, always calm and composed, one of his very close friends and the man every enemy feared—never spoke unless it was worth saying. And right now, his voice was grave.

“He’s been taking her to private check-ups at a discreet clinic. Covered it up well. Took effort to dig.”

A set of photos hit Adrian’s phone. He opened them.

Rosie and Theo. Kissing. Embracing. On vacations. In one picture Theo was kissing her belly.

Adrian’s knuckles turned bone white.

“There’s more,” Dante continued. “It’s not recent. They’ve been together for a while. Long before Theo married Sienna. Rosie used to be his secretary.”