Ochieng stepped out of the private suite, the city stretching before him like a kingdom waiting to be claimed. The cold night air did nothing to cool the fire in his veins. Seline's sudden return, the trillion-dollar case, the silent war unfolding in the shadows—everything was spiraling toward something inevitable.
Linet's heels clicked sharply as she walked beside him. "She's lying," she said without hesitation.
Ochieng's expression didn't change. "She's afraid."
Rolex snorted. "Fear makes people unpredictable. But it also makes them dangerous."
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up, doors opening without a word. Inside, Gideon sat with a whiskey glass in hand, his gaze sharp as ever.
"We have a problem."
Ochieng slid in without hesitation. "Only one?"
Gideon smirked but didn't waste time. "The bidding war over your case isn't just between criminals. Government agencies are sniffing around. Someone tipped them off."
Ochieng's grip on the armrest tightened. "Seline?"
"Maybe. But she's not the only one playing double sides."
The car moved through the city, neon lights flashing against the tinted windows. Silence hung between them, thick with unspoken words. Then, Gideon reached into his pocket and tossed a phone onto the seat beside Ochieng.
A single message was on the screen.
Unknown Sender: Walk away now, or drown in the war that's coming.
Ochieng's jaw tightened. He didn't believe in coincidences.
The moment the car pulled into a secured estate, Omondi and Bruno were already waiting, along with a group of armed men.
Ochieng stepped out, his voice steady. "We lock everything down. No one comes in or out without my say."
Bruno nodded. "And Seline?"
Ochieng exhaled slowly. "We find out what she really wants."
The war had begun, and Ochieng was ready to fight.