The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 159 Threads of Vigilance-1

Chapter 159: Threads of Vigilance-1

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Jaime exhaled softly, the fight finally leaving his body. His shoulders eased, and for the first time that night, the stubborn tension in his face melted into something peaceful. “Alright,” he murmured,

his voice faint but content. “Tomorrow then.”

The lanternlight caught in his tired eyes, glinting off the small smile that lingered there-fragile, but

real.

For a long moment, no one spoke. The garden felt suspended in quiet warmth, the air thick with the ache of love and memory.

Maya’s throat tightened. She blinked back the sting in her eyes and managed a faint, reassuring smile as she reached for her brother’s arm. “Come on, Jaime,” she said softly. “Let’s go home.”

“I’ll have James prepare the vehicle,” Damien said, already reaching for his phone.

He was halfway through dialing when a gentle but commanding voice cut through the night.

“Nonsense,” Eleanor interjected before anyone could move. Her tone was warm, but firm-the kind of voice that didn’t invite argument. She lifted a graceful hand toward the house. “Why not just stay the night? I’ll have the staff prepare the guest rooms. It’s far too late, and the young man looks

ready to topple over.

And the both of you-” her eyes flicked to Maya and Damien “-you’ve just returned from your trip.

You need some rest too.”

Maya smiled, touched but hesitant. “That’s very kind of you, Grandma, really, but-”

Her words cut off as movement at the edge of the garden drew everyone’s attention. The soft crunch of gravel under measured footsteps broke the quiet.

Monroe stepped forward, the lanterns casting a glint across the silver pin on his lapel. His

expression was composed, but the weight in his eyes betrayed the seriousness of his news.

“Apologies for the interruption, sir,” he said, bowing slightly to Damien. “But we have a situation.”

The air shifted instantly; the easy warmth of the garden seemed to tighten, as if holding its breath.

Monroe continued, his tone calm but clipped. “Our surveillance team reported two of Volkov’s men at the docks, about two hours after your arrival. They were asking questions-about you and Ms.

Maya.”

Damien’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening like a storm pulling in. His voice, when it came, was low and deliberate. “What exactly were they asking?”

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Chapter 159 Threads of Vigilance-1

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“Your time of arrival. Whether you left alone or with Ms. Maya,” Monroe replied evenly. “They were probing for your next destination. Subtle, but too pointed to ignore.”

Maya’s stomach knotted, unease prickling at the base of her neck. Damien’s face hardened further, a sharp edge settling into his composure. “Has it been handled?”

“Yes, sir,” Monroe said with a curt nod. “The staff at the dock have been briefed. They know what to say-and what not to. If those men return, they’ll be fed a clean trail.”

Damien nodded once, satisfaction tempered by calculation. “Good.”

Monroe hesitated before continuing. “There’s more. Another pair was spotted near the Aurora residence just a few hours after we left. They haven’t made a move… yet. For now, they’re just

watching.”

Dominic’s voice cut in-gone was the easy humor from earlier. His tone was low, serious. “Or

waiting.”

Maya’s head snapped toward him, her pulse quickening. “Waiting for what?”

Silence thickened around the table. Dominic met his son’s eyes first, then glanced to Dahlia, to his parents, and finally to Jaime-before his gaze settled on Maya again, steady but grim. “Waiting for you to come home.”

Maya blinked, disbelief flickering across her face. “Me? But… why would they-”

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