Initially, Rowan hadn't been entirely certain that Orion Stone was the mastermind backing DK Group. But now, all the pieces fell into place. Just minutes ago, Finn had been completely backed into a corner when Elissa escaped. Yet, in the blink of an eye, the tables turned and a sniper rifle was trained on them from the dark. The only logical explanation was that someone highly connected had intervened to save him. Someone with access to military-grade snipers—someone exactly like the veteran cartel boss, Orion Stone.
Realizing Rowan had effortlessly seen through his entire hand, Finn's eyes filled with a complicated darkness. He had severely underestimated Rowan Murphy.
The game was lost. Finn threw his hands up in defeat. "If you knew that, why did you turn around to shield her?"
"I wasn't completely sure a minute ago," Rowan sneered. "I am now."
Laurel didn't know the history between the Murphy family and Orion Stone, but Rex and Frank were fully aware and immediately caught on to the implications. They had to let Finn walk tonight. No one in that room was willing to gamble on whether that sniper would actually pull the trigger.
Rex exchanged a brief look with Rowan before turning his icy glare on Finn. "Alright. Take your win and get out. I've already sent men to sweep for the sniper's position. If you don't leave right now, you won't be leaving at all."
It was supposed to be Finn's territory. He had painstakingly planned this ambush. And yet, he was the one being forced to flee with his tail between his legs.
Finn ground his teeth, but he wasn't an idiot. Fighting a losing battle offered zero benefits. He stood up slowly, straightened his suit jacket, and ordered his men, "Pull out."
His crew evacuated swiftly. However, the moment their vehicles exited the villa complex, another car intercepted them. The tinted window rolled down, and recognizing the man in the backseat, Finn's posture immediately stiffened. "Sean."
Sean Cross stared back with an unreadable, expressionless face. "Get in."
"Yes, sir."
Finn didn't hesitate. He pulled the door open and slid into the back. As the car merged seamlessly into the night traffic, Sean dragged his thumb over the head of his cane and finally spoke. "How did it feel, walking right into your own trap?"

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