The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 345

Chapter 159: Threads of Vigilance-2

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Dominic’s jaw tightened, his usual warmth replaced by steel. “He’s right. They’re already suspicious about you and Damien. Volkov knows he can’t touch Damien directly-so he’ll go after the one thing that would hurt him most. You.”

A heavy silence followed, the weight of his words sinking in like stone.

Then, almost imperceptibly, the air shifted. A quiet tension rippled through the garden-subtle but undeniable-as if even the night itself had taken a cautious step back.

Damien’s eyes went cold, steel replacing what little softness had been there. “They can try,” he said, low and steady. “I’ll die before I let that happen.”

His face set, every trace of warmth gone. “So they’re done hiding.”

“Seems so, sir,” Monroe replied, voice clipped but steady.

Damien leaned back, thumbs steepling as his gaze swept the garden-measured, tactical. Then we’ll give them something to look at.”

A slow, deliberate smile ghosted his lips, more promise than comfort. “Keep them busy long enough to move Jaime quietly. I want eyes on every route. No mistakes.”

Monroe gave a sharp nod, the tension in his posture betraying the unease he didn’t voice.” Understood, sir.” His eyes flicked briefly across the table, taking in everyone there, before returning to Damien. “I’ll make the arrangements.”

With that, he gave a curt bow and turned, his footsteps fading into the darkness beyond the lantern light.

Maya’s chest tightened. The warmth and laughter of moments ago evaporated, replaced by the sharp reality of danger. The peace of the evening had vanished, leaving only tense vigilance in its place.

Dominic leaned forward, his usual levity gone. In a low, steady voice he asked, “Tell me, son – what exactly are you planning?” His eyes searched Damien’s face for whatever strategy was already forming.

Damien picked up his glass and drained the remaining amber in one swift motion, placing it back on the table with a faint clink. His eyes met Maya’s for a brief moment-steady, calm, reassuring-before sliding to Dominic.

“We’ll need to hit them where it hurts,” he said quietly, voice low but sharp, carrying the weight of authority that demanded attention. “Ashcroft and I have already planned a series of

Chapter 159 Threads of Vigilance-2

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coordinated raids on Volkov’s warehouses and safe houses. Disrupt their operations, hit their

supply lines, and make sure no trail leads back to us.”

Dominic’s brow furrowed. “That’s bold, son. Won’t the heat come straight back at you? They’ll

point to you first.”

“We’re not going scorched-earth,” Damien answered before Dominic could press further.

Calm, controlled, every syllable deliberate. “Ashcroft and I already pulled the right strings- legal strings. We’ve got warrants lining up through contacts in the ministry and a military liaison who owes Ashcroft a favor. This isn’t a rogue raid. It’s a lawful operation: coordinated enforcement actions on three of Volkov’s key sites-warehouses they use for logistics and an operations safe-house. Enough to cripple their distribution and rattle their command, not to level everything.”

Charles sat in silence, his gaze hard and steady, weighing the risk-but despite himself, a quiet pride softened the lines around his eyes as he looked at his grandson.

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