The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 439

Chapter 193: The Predator’s Game-3

He disconnected without another word.

The faint smirk faded.

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Shadows swallowed the last trace of amusement. Moonlight carved his features into something colder-his eyes dark and bottomless.

Over 4,500 miles away, Volkov sat rigid at his massive mahogany desk, sunlight cutting sharp lines across his office.

The phone remained pressed to his ear, knuckles white. Every word Damien had said replayed in

his mind, curling like smoke he couldn’t shake.

That infuriating calm. That precise, lethal teasing.

It made his chest tighten.

He slammed the phone down. It shattered across the polished floor.

Sunlight caught the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the flush of rage.

Volkov rose, pacing, fists clenching.

That smirk. That tone.

It wasn’t just control.

It was possession.

Every word measured. Every pause designed to probe. To intimidate.

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair, trying to shake it off. He’s a cold bastard.

Always has been.

Yet beneath the irritation, something else stirred-

Unease.

Curiosity kills the cat.

The words echoed, heavy with inevitability. He wanted to dismiss it as theatrics-but doubt coiled low in his gut.

Damien hadn’t used threats. He hadn’t needed to

He had used precision.

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His mind raced.

Was he overthinking this?

Had Damien’s composure been so convincing that it was warping his judgment?

Was he focusing too much on Blackwood… and missing the real threat entirely?

What if it truly was a coincidence?

What if this was paranoia creeping in?

His jaw tightened.

Or worse-

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What if his instincts were right, and Damien had orchestrated everything… just to see how far he

could push him?

A sharp knock cut through his thoughts.

“WHAT?!” Volkov barked.

The door opened, and Igor, his right-hand man, stepped in.

“Boss,” Igor said, measured.

“Speak,” Volkov demanded, voice tight.

“Roman just called,” Igor reported, his voice thick with a Russian accent.

“Besides the old lady returning, there’s still no unusual movement at Ms. Thompson’s residence.”

He stepped further into the room.

“They can’t get close to Blackwood Manor or his company. Security’s tight. But from where they’re positioned, it looks like additional guards were added the same day our shipment was hit.”

A brief pause.

“Other than that, nothing out of place. Damien leaves in the morning. Stays in his office most of the day”

Igor’s tone lowered slightly.

“And when he moves he goes straight back to the manor.”

Volkov’s fist clenched, the desk creaking beneath the pressure.

“It looks like he’s being careful,” Igor added “Either he expects to be targeted or he’s preparing

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Chapter 193 The Predator’s Game 3

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