Zion Kain was not a man who hesitated.
If fate had given him a second chance, he would not waste it. This time, he would take everything.
Dressed in a sharp black suit, he strode into his private study, a dimly lit room filled with sleek technology and hidden safes. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the ice clinking against the glass as he stared at the city skyline through the floor-to-ceiling window.
His memories were still sharp—he remembered every betrayal, every enemy, every move that led to his downfall. And he knew exactly where to begin.
Eliot Vale.
The name sent a strange, unreadable emotion through him.
Zion had only learned about Eliot in his past life after his own destruction—when it was too late. The man was a ghost in the underworld, a hacker with no identity, no face, and no trace. Governments, billionaires, and crime syndicates alike feared him. He could wipe entire fortunes from existence with a single keystroke.
But Eliot Vale was more than just a hacker.
He was also a doctor. A man with hands skilled in both saving and destroying lives.
Zion had spent years searching for him before, but Eliot had vanished like a phantom. Now, he had another chance. This time, he would find him before anyone else could. Before he disappeared again.
A dangerous smirk curled on Zion's lips. "Let's see how well you can hide from me now, Eliot Vale."
He picked up his phone and dialed a number. The call was answered immediately.
"Boss," came a sharp voice from the other end.
"Find me everything on the hacker called 'Ghost.'" Zion's voice was smooth but laced with quiet danger. "Within twenty-four hours."
A pause. Then, "Understood."
Zion leaned back, swirling the whiskey in his glass. He had no intention of simply finding Eliot.
He would own him.