The Billionaire's Forgotten Wife

"Boss," Blake said, standing beside the warehouse door, "the shooter said the person who hired him always wore a mask whenever they met."

Zeke’s eyes narrowed. "A mask?"

Blake nodded. "Yeah. Every single time. He never saw the person’s face. Doesn’t know if it was a man or a woman. Just their voice, and even that was distorted."

Zeke’s jaw tensed. "Coward."

Blake continued, "There’s more. He said it wasn’t just Claire. He was told to shoot at random people too, to cause chaos, not just a clean hit."

Zeke’s expression darkened. A cold smirk formed at the corner of his lips. "Find out who’s behind this. Go through every enemy I have. Where they’ve been these past few months, who they’ve met, anything strange. I want names."

Then his voice dropped, low and lethal.

"If I find them, I’ll make them pay for what they did. And if they ever touch Claire or Cassidy again, I’ll kill them with my own hands."

Blake gave a sharp nod. "Yes, sir. I’ll handle it."

After leaving the warehouse, Zeke drove to his villa.

The roads were quiet, but his mind wasn’t.