Chapter 295

Serena's POV The tension in Ryan's shoulders was visible as he paced our living room, his suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Night had fallen over London, casting long shadows across our penthouse apartment. "I'm almost certain it was Parker," Ryan said, his voice low and dangerous. "Everything points to him." I kicked off my heels, curling my legs beneath me on the sofa. "Do we have actual evidence?" "Not enough." Ryan's frustration was palpable as he ran a hand through his hair. "The driver won't talk. Whoever's paying him is either very generous or very threatening." "Or both," I added grimly. Ryan nodded, pouring two glasses of scotch and handing one to me. "My security team is working on it. The driver has a sister in Manchester with two kids. If money's his motivation, we might be able to offer more." "And if it's fear?" "Then we need to find out what he's afraid of," Ryan replied, sitting beside me. "Everyone has a breaking point." I took a long sip, welcomi