Genevieve Hayes had spent fifteen years perfecting the art of being invisible

A faint smile touched his mouth.

It was not amusement.

It was recognition.

“A stranger,” he said, “is just a friend who has not been tested yet.”

Genevieve’s expression did not change, but something inside her tightened.

Men like Costa did not make casual remarks. Every sentence had a blade hidden inside it.

Then his hand moved toward his jacket.

For one heartbeat, Genevieve prepared herself for the end.

Chapter 7: The Card on the Table… Continue Reading ⬇️

But Lorenzo Costa did not pull out a weapon.

Instead, he removed a small, heavy business card and placed it on the table in front of her.