The clock had long struck midnight, yet no one in the house had even thought about sleeping. The tension in the air was suffocating, a heavy blanket of frustration, anger, and helplessness.
Henry, Noah, Abraham, and Lorenzo were all glued to their screens, trying to track down the source of the video. Henry's fingers flew across the keyboard, his brows furrowed in concentration. Noah paced restlessly, fists clenched. Abraham rubbed his temples, deep in thought. Lorenzo stood near the window, phone pressed to his ear, his sharp eyes flickering with barely controlled fury.
Yet, nothing.
No trace. No lead.
It was like the video had materialized out of thin air, spreading like wildfire. Whoever had done this had covered their tracks too well.
And that was when it hit Silver.
This wasn't Cici.
Cici was too impulsive, too emotional. Too stupid to execute something this precise. No—this was someone else. Someone more powerful. Someone who had planned this meticulously.
