The drive back to Clair and Noah's shared home was mostly silent. Both alphas were deep in thought, their minds already working through the next steps of their plan. It wasn't just about helping Anabella recover anymore—it was about ensuring that Daniel Ross paid for the pain and turmoil he'd caused her.
Once they arrived home, Clair tossed her bag onto the kitchen counter and turned to Noah with a determined expression. "We need to get started."
Noah leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms. "Agreed. But where do we begin?"
"Daniel's company," Clair replied without hesitation. "His finances are the backbone of his influence. If we disrupt that, we can hit him where it hurts."
Noah's lips curled into a sly grin. "You know, you're scarily good at this."
