Ava watched as Derrick scrambled away, practically tripping over himself in his desperation to disappear.
Lucas barely spared him a glance.
His focus was already elsewhere.
Ava exhaled. "Alright, Bai. You got your answer. Now what?"
Lucas smirked. "Now? We let them think that they are winning."
Ava narrowed her eyes. "You want Jissica to keep selling your stock?"
Lucas tilted his head. "Beauty, she's not selling my stock. She's moving it for me."
Ava paused.
That meant logistics. Connections. Access.
Lucas hadn't just been robbed.
He had been played.
Ava's fingers twitched. "You think Level One is gearing up for something?"
Lucas's golden eyes flickered.
"I think Level One is about to make their move."
Ava swallowed hard. "And we're just going to wait?"
Lucas grinned. "Of course not."
Ava folded her arms. "Then what's the plan?"
Lucas exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders. "Simple, Beauty."
His voice dropped, smooth and sharp.
