His kiss hit her like a whirlwind, catching her completely off guard. Their tongues danced together, enveloped in a heady, intoxicating swirl. Her small hand pressed against his chest, eyes closed, tilting her face up to drink in his unique scent. His large hand gripped her waist, and the kiss grew hotter and more intense...
Somehow, she found herself beneath him. Amidst the whirlwind of emotions, she melted into his embrace. Maybe both of them wanted to hold onto this rare harmony, indulging again and again before finally stopping. Eliza drifted into a deep sleep. Casper kissed her forehead, then slipped out of the bedroom with his phone.
"Hey?"
"Mr. Casper, we've got some findings," Dillon's voice came through, steady but with a hint of urgency. Casper flicked open his sleek gold lighter, a flame dancing to life. He brought a cigarette to his lips, took a slow drag, and let the smoke curl around him. "Alright, what's the scoop?"
"Do you remember that sudden attack in Oak Falls? The one that left you seriously injured?"
That incident still gave Casper chills. The attackers were allegedly sent by Tristan, or so it was believed.
"Mr. Casper, after digging deep, it turns out those men were hired guns from a shadowy organization. They're mercenaries. Tristan, or even Zach, weren't the masterminds. They were just fall guys to throw us off the scent."
Casper's brow furrowed slightly as he blew out a cloud of smoke. "Are you saying that incident and this recent scandal are linked?"
The first was a direct hit on Casper's life. The second was just a blip for Welton International. At first glance, they seemed miles apart.
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