Overconfident

From his vantage point, Frank could see the men starting to infiltrate the outer grounds. His jaw clenched as he imagined them combing through his estate. They wouldn't find anything, he told himself. The lab's entrance was hidden so well, even someone with the blueprints of the mansion wouldn't spot it.

"They'll waste their time chasing shadows," he muttered to himself. "Amateurs."

The driver cleared his throat. "Sir, if this is Samuel's doing, won't he have the resources to—"

Frank cut him off with a glare. "Samuel is nothing but a puppet, too soft to play this game. If he's behind this, he'll regret it. His little games with Zinnia will cost him dearly."

Frank's confidence didn't waver as he leaned back in his seat, the ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. "They won't make it far. Let them think they've won."

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