Chapter 182

Vivian Laurent's apartment was shrouded in darkness, the curtains tightly drawn. The relentless media frenzy had forced her to work from home.

Finn Deross had been summoned as a temporary assistant, currently sifting through Dark Web contracts on her behalf. His gaze kept drifting toward Vivian, brimming with curiosity.

"Focus." Vivian tapped the desk without looking up.

Finn finally blurted out, "The hospital incident is all over the news. Who exactly are you?"

"Vivian Laurent. 26. Female." Her reply was dismissive.

"I mean your skills!" Finn leaned closer. "Medical expertise is one thing, but you're scarily proficient with Dark Web contracts too."

A smirk curled Vivian's lips. "How else could I be your mentor?"

"Then take me as your apprentice!" Finn's eyes lit up.

"Get in line." Vivian swiped through the screen. "The queue of wannabe disciples could circle the city three times."

Finn huffed. "I'm a top-fifty expert on the Dark Web!"

"Remind me—who was it that got outplayed by me last time?" She arched a brow.

Finn chuckled awkwardly. "That was a fluke... Anyway, are you sure about these?" He pointed to several high-risk contracts highlighted in red.

One stood out—intercepting an arms shipment from the Integrity Group in North America.

"Two hundred million commission. Worth a shot." Vivian clicked to accept.

Finn paled. "Are you insane? The Integrity Group is the largest syndicate in North America!"

Vivian studied him with interest. "You're well-informed."

"Just... doing my homework." Finn gulped his water, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Vivian swiftly pulled up a dossier. "Their leader goes by Dominic Atlante. Quite the enigma."

She suddenly looked up. "Same surname as you. Any relation?"

Finn choked on his drink.