The silence that settled over the penthouse after Mable Roys departed was different from the quiet Jake usually sought. It felt heavy, layered with the unspoken history of a decades-old blood feud and the scent of a trap neatly laid.
Jake remained motionless by the window, his eyes still fixed on the glass crown of Apex Plaza. Slowly, he shifted his focus, his gaze dropping back to the leather armchair where Mable had been sitting just moments before.
The memory of what he had seen right before she walked out lingered uncomfortably. For the first time since his eyes could see trend lines, the golden projection hadn't behaved. Back when he saw Alice, Elias, or even Aliya's which didn't have a strong bullish power which he assumed was due to the car accident, there was still an upward-climbing bullish trend line which hovered above them—a straight indicator that their momentum was solid.
