Xander's gaze hardened.
Xander: "Keep me informed. And ensure Amelia is protected."
Marcus: Surprised "Protected?"
Xander: "Discreetly. I have a feeling she's already drawn attention."
Marcus: "As you wish."
Marcus departed, leaving Xander alone with his thoughts.
He clenched his jaw, the weight of his dual existence pressing upon him. Involving Amelia was dangerous, but the pull he felt toward her was undeniable.
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The next morning, Amelia woke to the aroma of coffee brewing. She stretched, feeling a mix of contentment and apprehension.
Her phone rang—Sophie again.
Amelia: "Morning, Soph."
Sophie: "You didn't call last night. How did it go?"
Amelia: "It was... amazing."
Sophie: "Details, please!"
Amelia: Laughing "We had dinner, talked for hours. He's fascinating."
Sophie: "Sounds like someone has a crush."
Amelia: "Maybe. But there's more to it. I feel like he's hiding something."
Sophie: "Well, he is a billionaire recluse."
Amelia: "True. But I got a strange text last night, warning me to be careful."
Sophie: "From who?"
Amelia: "No idea. No response when I asked."
Sophie: "That's creepy."
Amelia: "I know. Maybe it's nothing."
Sophie: "Or maybe it's everything. Just watch your back, okay?"
Amelia: "I will."
After hanging up, Amelia decided to focus on her article. She sat at her desk, pulling up her notes.
As she typed, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was missing something crucial.
Her email pinged with a new message—from an anonymous sender.
Email Subject: "The truth about Drakov"
She opened it cautiously.