Chapter 224 Smoke And Setups

• It was time to push the trap further.
• Seraphina hadn’t taken the bait yet. Not fully. But they’d seen signs — the pressure they’d stirred into her business was working. Little cracks had started to appear. Men in her pocket suddenly gone quiet. Whispers from old allies shifting tone. The more they pulled at her empire, the less stable it looked.
• Back at the safehouse, Ellerei paced the main room, tablet in one hand, a steaming mug of coffee in the other. Her hair was in a messy twist, her bump barely visible beneath Knox’s black T-shirt — not that she ever slowed down. Not even now.