"Sir, does that mean you agree to support Mr. Tanner?" Victor asked curiously.
Blake's gaze sharpened, smoke curling around his face like a crown of shadows.
"Yes. We will go head-to-head with Finley Morgan." Blake's voice was smooth, confident, and deadly sure. "And you know Axel Knight is Morgan's biggest supporter, right?"
Victor nodded. "Yes, of course. Everyone knows that."
A faint smile played on Blake's lips, one that carried neither warmth nor mercy. "Then this is not just business," he said quietly. "It is a strategy."
They discussed a few more details and arrangements for capturing Ethan Wright alive. Every word was precise, every plan measured. When everything was settled, Blake stubbed out his cigarette in a crystal ashtray.
Victor opened the door for him. "Safe travels, sir."
Blake walked toward his waiting car, his coat swaying lightly with each step.
The driver opened the door, and Blake slid into the back seat without a word.
