Phoebe's POV
I held up my phone triumphantly, displaying several crystal-clear photos on the screen. Every bruise and cut on the faces and bodies of the captured men was visible in vivid detail.
Harold had controlled Clearwater for years, which meant he knew every player in the city's elite circles and its shadowy underworld.
Recognition flashed across his face immediately.
"Another Granger?" he asked.
The man in my photos wasn't Chester or Dave this time, but Jordan Granger himself—the official family head. Jordan was a slippery snake with rotten morals and zero integrity.
I watched Harold's expression darken. He didn't look surprised that it was Jordan. The man never moved without expecting a massive payoff. To send assassins to our villa, someone behind the scenes must have offered him a fortune. Otherwise, given Jordan's greed, he'd never risk the entire Granger family by going head-to-head with Harold.
