The next few days blurred together in a whirlwind of tension and anticipation. Lily watched as Chris threw himself into Operation Chanel, as she'd privately dubbed it, with the same intensity he brought to all his ventures. Their elegant dining room had transformed into a makeshift command center, the antique chandelier casting soft light over rows of laptops displaying security feeds from high-end boutiques across the globe. The usual warmth of their home had been replaced by an atmosphere of focused determination, punctuated only by the soft clicking of keyboards and occasional murmurs from Chris's security team.