Davis cast a sidelong glance at Jessica, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. He fully understood the implications of her words.
"Alright," he murmured, amusement flickering in his gaze. "It all depends on how you want to play."
Jessica arched a brow. "Are you serious? Davis Allen, you should be the one playing, not me. So tell me—how do you want to play?" There was a teasing lilt to her voice, but her eyes gleamed with interest.
Davis exhaled slowly, his expression darkening. After a brief pause, he turned to Jessica with a raised brow. "Can you lend me your men?"
Jessica's smirk deepened. "And what will I get in return?" she teased.
Ethan had been off the board since his disappearance, leaving Davis with limited resources to handle this crisis. Employing Jessica's men was the best option. The irony of it all amused him.
Davis leaned back, a rare glint of gratitude softening his gaze. "Having you on my side is already my greatest advantage."
