Bishop has a lead.

Aurora turned around slowly, her gaze locking onto the man standing before her.

The moment their eyes met, he froze.

Shock rippled through him, his breath momentarily caught in his throat.

This face…

It was eerily similar to hers. The sharpness in her eyes, the commanding presence—it all mirrored his boss in ways that sent a chill down his spine.

Yet, there were differences.

The structure of her face wasn't quite the same, and her body… she was far heavier than his boss had ever been. It didn't add up. His mind screamed that it was impossible, but the way she carried herself, the way she stood—it was undeniably familiar.

Before he could regain his composure, her voice broke through the silence.

"What do you think, Bishop?" Her lips curled into a knowing smirk. "How do you think I was able to do all this?"

Bishop's entire body tensed, his features darkening as a storm brewed in his eyes.