Contract Marriage With Alpha Snow novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Worry

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Chapter 90

~Author’s POV~

—Moments Earlier—

Meanwhile, in Andrew Blake’s office, Andrew sat behind his sleek glass desk, his usual easy confidence replaced by a grim expression as he stared out the massive floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse office.

The cityscape before him was mere background to the more pressing matter weighing on his mind.

He kept thinking about the accidental listening to Zara’s intense conversation with her family.

He didn’t typically meddle in personal affairs, but the urgency in Zara’s voice, the hints of desperation—it had tugged at something deeper within him and so he refrained from ending the call.

He sighed and tapped his phone screen to end the last call. He leaned back in his familiar leather chair, feeling it support him as he thought about everything that had happened.

This was far more than a business partnership; Ivan’s involvement made it a personal vendetta for Zara, and knowing her resilience, Andrew knew she wouldn’t step down easily.

But he also knew Ivan and how the man thrived on manipulation, using people’s weaknesses against them until they had nothing left.

Andrew’s fingers hovered over the intercom embedded in his desk, the shining chrome reflecting the soft lighting. He pressed down, speaking clearly as he gave the order. "I need Damon Dark now."

He raised his finger and took a slow breath, preparing himself for what lay ahead. In two minutes, a strong knock sounded in the office.

The door opened to reveal a man dressed in all black—his commanding presence was sharp and unassuming, like a shadow brought to life.

Damon’s tall figure was clad in a black leather coat, and a faint wisp of smoke drifted from the cigarette he held between his fingers.

"Boss?" Damon’s voice was low, his dark gaze resting on Andrew as he took another puff, exhaling slowly before flicking ash into the small metal tray on a side table.

Andrew inclined his head, gesturing for Damon to take a seat. "I have a task that requires your expertise. There’s been a development involving the Zarek family’s company—one that appears to be linked to Ivan Zephyr."

Damon’s eyebrows lifted just slightly, his eyes narrowing as he took another slow drag from his cigarette. He didn’t say anything but nodded for Andrew to continue, understanding immediately that this was a delicate matter.

"I need you to look into it for me," Andrew continued, keeping his voice steady. "Find every trace of wrongdoing. I want to know the names—the connections—and how deep this goes. If there are documents, evidence, or any kind of leverage to expose, bring it to me."

Damon considered the request, tapping his cigarette against the tray, his gaze sharp and calculating. "Understood. You want them... alive?"

Andrew met his gaze, a hint of amusement flickering across his expression. "Alive is preferable, yes. I want to know exactly how they forced Zarek’s hand. This isn’t a simple transaction. I want the facts, and I want the leverage."

Damon extinguished his cigarette, pressing the butt into the ashtray carefully. He stood with a relaxed posture, but every movement was intentional. "I’ll start immediately. Anything else?"

Andrew shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "That’s all. Report back once you have something concrete."

~Snow’s POV~