Chapter 39

Meanwhile, Daimon remained rooted in place, his sharp gaze fixed on the operating room’s glowing red light. His hands were curled into fists at his sides, his usual composure slipping as unease settled deep in his chest. First, the leaked video scandal. Then, the firewall breach. Now, confidential company information had been exposed to the business underworld. And on top of it all, Iris—no, Enlyan—had been in a near-fatal accident. In his own car. Too many things were happening at once. Coincidence? He didn’t believe in such things. Someone was moving against him. But who? Which competitor had the audacity to set him up? Under normal circumstances, Daimon would have relished the challenge, eager to dissect the puzzle piece by piece before delivering a ruthless counterattack. But right now? Right now, his mind could focus on only one thing. Her. Time ticked by, dragging painfully slow. The longer he waited, the tighter the knot in his chest grew. He found himself pacing, something he n