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Lucy crossed her arms, thinking hard.
“What if we bait her back?”
Barnaby raised an eyebrow.
“How?”
Lucy smiled grimly.
“Make her think she’s gained access.”
Lucy made the call for Corey to come back to the house as soon as possible as there had been developments, and it wasn't too long before he came storming through the door.
Chapter 17
Corey slammed his fist onto the kitchen island.
“Absolutely not.”
Lucy stared him down, unflinching.
“What harm can it do. Let the bitch come and get me.”
Byron stood silently in the corner, jaw clenched so tight Lucy thought his teeth might crack.
Barnaby watched the argument nervously, bouncing his leg under the table.
“You don’t go waltzing into open fire.” Corey said, soft but firm.
Lucy’s voice was quiet.
“I’ve been training for this my whole life. You trained me! If we keep letting her think she’s winning, she’ll just get bolder and make an appearance.”
Lucy turned toward Barnaby.
“Can you make it look like I dropped security on my private server? Like there’s a back door open?”
Barnaby grinned.
“Can I? It’ll be the juiciest target she’s ever seen.”
Lucy nodded.
“Do it.”
Corey swore under his breath but said nothing more. He knew her well enough to know when she wasn’t going to bend. By late afternoon, Barnaby’s trap was set. On the surface, Lucy’s personal server looked like a treasure chest left unattended — open and vulnerable with fake files about her fortune, her plans, even made-up assets overseas.
Byron sat stiffly by the window, arms folded, watching every shadow like it might strike.
“We’ve got movement.”
Barnaby’s fingers danced across the keyboard, sharp and quick.
On the glowing screen, a new signal blinked — not the old offshore server, no this one was local.
Very local.
Lucy leaned over Barnaby’s shoulder, frowning.
