Chapter 47 Unmasking The Threat

• The car ride back from the gala was suffocatingly quiet, but not tense, more like the air was thick with unspoken thoughts. Clara sat by the window, her reflection a blur against the glowing city lights, her mind replaying the masked stranger’s words.
• Ethan’s sharp profile cut through the silence as he drove, jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel harder than necessary. When they pulled up to his penthouse, he didn’t speak, just got out, rounding the car to open her door like he always did.
• But when Clara stepped out, her legs buckled slightly, the adrenaline wearing off. Ethan caught her before she could hit the pavement, his arm sliding beneath her knees with startling ease.