Outside the grand ballroom, the night air was crisp, a stark contrast to the opulence inside. Isabella and Alexander made their way to the quiet side terrace, where Damian was waiting, phone in hand and a gleam in his eyes.
"Tell me you have something," Isabella said, crossing her arms.
Damian smirked. "Oh, I have more than something. Langston's been hiding assets in shell companies across Europe, but that's not the interesting part."
Alexander leaned in. "What is?"
Damian turned his screen toward them. "He's got a secret offshore account. The kind people like him only use when they're hiding something dangerous."
Isabella studied the files, her mind already racing. "This account... it's linked to government contracts."
Alexander's eyes darkened. "Meaning he's not just laundering money. He's selling something off the books."
Damian nodded. "Weapons. Classified tech. And if my guess is right, he's making a deal soon."
Claire's voice crackled over their earpieces. "Isabella, Alexander Langston just left the ballroom. Looks like he's heading toward his private study."
Isabella and Alexander exchanged a glance. "Time to move."
Navigating the hallways of Langston's estate required precision and speed.
Claire had mapped out the security patterns, allowing them a small window to slip past guards unnoticed.
At Langston's study door, Alexander pulled out a small device, bypassing the electronic lock within seconds.
The door clicked open.
Inside, Langston's study was filled with bookshelves, expensive cigars, and most importantly a computer that was still logged in.
Damian's voice came through the earpiece. "You've got about five minutes before someone notices he's gone. Get what you need."
Isabella moved swiftly, inserting a flash drive while Alexander scanned the documents spread across the desk.
And then they found it.
A contract. A deal set to go down in 48 hours.
A transaction worth millions.
Alexander exhaled. "We have him."
Isabella smirked, pocketing the drive. "Now, we just have to make sure he never sees it coming."
Because the next move?
It was theirs.