Chapter 6

"Shadow, our regular clients on the Dark Web are going insane. They keep demanding to know when the top agent will take contracts again." The assistant's anxious voice came through the phone.

Vivian Laurent twirled the plane ticket between her fingers. "Let them wait."

"But those contracts—"

"I said I'm not taking any jobs right now." She cut him off. "Starting next week, I'll be working at the hospital. We'll discuss this later."

She hung up and efficiently packed her luggage. The three-year-old villa already had a "For Sale" sign outside. She wanted nothing that Ethan Roscente had given her.

The real estate agent called while she sipped coffee in the airport VIP lounge.

"Ms. Laurent, the house has been sold."

"Good." She took another sip. "Dispose of everything inside."

Meanwhile, Ethan stood before the empty villa, his expression thunderous.

"Ethan, coming to the bike race tomorrow?" Felix Valdemar's voice came through the phone.

"Not interested."

"Isabella Langley will be there." Felix lowered his voice. "Thought you wanted to find that Night person."

Ethan's eyes sharpened. "Send me the address."

Across the ocean, Vivian was sunbathing on the beach when her phone buzzed incessantly.

"W! Emergency!" Isabella's voice messages poured in. "That bastard Felix hired a pro racer. We've lost three matches already!"

Vivian smirked. "Book my flight. I'll be there tomorrow."

Race day. The track buzzed with excitement. Isabella paced nervously. "Where is she?"

"Here." Lucas Lefèvre pointed toward the entrance.

The crowd turned to see a tall figure silhouetted against the light. The red racing suit hugged her curves perfectly as she carried her helmet under one arm, revealing a stunningly cold face.

"W!" Isabella rushed forward.

Vivian scanned the opposite side. "Pro racer?"

"Some mysterious expert. Haven't seen them yet."

She swung onto the bike with practiced ease, long legs bracing. "Let's begin."

As engines roared, a dark figure emerged from the opposite pit area. Ethan wore a full-face helmet, his gaze locked on the red racing suit.

Felix leaned in. "That's Isabella's ace."

Ethan narrowed his eyes. Something about that figure felt strangely familiar.