The office fell quiet after Seraphina read the final message. She continued staring at her phone while the words remained fixed on the screen. The real enemy plans to attend as well… and this time the bomb will not be fake.
Lucien Ashford stood only a few feet away from her, yet he said nothing immediately. He studied her expression with careful attention.
Seraphina did not panic; she did not raise her voice. She simply locked her phone and placed it slowly on the desk.
Lucien noticed the steadiness of her hands.
Most people would have reacted differently after reading such a warning. Most people would have shown fear or confusion.
Seraphina showed neither.
She looked up at him calmly. "Whoever is sending these messages clearly wants us to attend the gala."
Lucien nodded slightly. "That appears to be the case."
Seraphina leaned against the edge of the desk. "They believe something significant will happen there."
