Victor's thoughts drifted to Xandros Volter, a name synonymous with ruthless ambition. The Volter family had long been sworn enemies of the Blackwoods, their animosity simmering like an open wound.
However, Victor knew this feud wasn't as ancient as it seemed. If events had unfolded as his grandfather had desired, the landscape would be vastly different today.
Xandros had surpassed his father's cruelty, his tactics merciless and calculating. Victor's mind raced with suspicion—could Xandros be the mastermind behind the warehouse attack and the assault on Ryder? Had he manipulated Smith into taking the fall?
How had no one considered Xandros's involvement earlier? The more Victor pondered, the more convinced he became.
With a sense of urgency, Victor dialed Elijah's number. "Set up a meeting with Smith," he instructed. "My penthouse office, tomorrow night."
Elijah's voice was laced with curiosity. "Any specific reason for the penthouse, Victor?"