Liliana stared at it.
A small, unexpected snort of laughter escaped her.
How old was he? Still acting like a teenager, making heart-shaped breakfasts and drawing smiley faces on eggs to coax someone into a better mood. It was embarrassing, and more than a little childish.
Utterly ridiculous.
She lowered her head and, after a few seconds of silence, reached out, picked up the bowl of warm porridge, and slowly brought it to her lips.
...
After leaving the bedroom, Linton paused for a moment before walking out to the garden behind the Hart's villa, his expression grim.
Without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and made a call. His voice was cool and detached, carrying the quiet authority and intimidating presence of a man accustomed to being in command.
He stared at the snow-covered flowerbeds and said coldly, "What's the status?" Lucas's voice came through the line, serious and professional. "Mr. Cooper, rest assured, I've got it all handled. We've identified and are monitoring all of the Nightfall brothers' known safe houses in Crownport. My men are watching them around the clock. They can't make a move without us knowing instantly."
Lucas paused, then asked hesitantly, "Mr. Cooper... when are you planning to close the net?"

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