That's impossible

Alexander wasted no time. As soon as Mia told him about Elias Carter, he was already making calls, mobilizing his resources. The villa's security system was reinforced, and his top men were dispatched to find out everything they could about the mysterious stranger.

Mia sat beside him, her hands resting on her growing belly, feeling the tension radiating from him. "Alexander, we need to be careful. If what Elias said is true, we don't know who we're up against."

He turned to her, his jaw set. "That's exactly why I need to find out. If there's even a chance that someone is still after you, after our child, I won't wait for them to make a move."

Victor's voice crackled through the speaker as Alexander took the call. "I've run a check on Elias Carter. The guy is a ghost. No government records, no known affiliations. It's like he doesn't exist."

"That's impossible," Alexander said coldly. "Everyone leaves a trace."

Victor hesitated. "Unless he's part of something so classified, even we don't have access."

Mia's stomach twisted at the implication. "You think he was telling the truth?"

Victor exhaled. "I think he knew exactly what he was doing when he approached Mia. And if he was willing to risk his life to warn her, we need to find out why."

Alexander nodded. "Keep digging. I want every piece of information on him. And put eyes on the island—we don't move until we know who else is watching us."

Mia placed a hand on his arm. "Alexander… What if Elias was telling the truth? What if Project Paragon isn't over?"

He turned to her, his eyes dark and unwavering. "Then we end it. Once and for all."

Somewhere in the City…

Elias Carter moved swiftly through the dimly lit alley, glancing over his shoulder. He could feel them closing in. He had taken a huge risk reaching out to Mia, but he didn't have a choice.

He ducked into an abandoned building, pressing himself against the wall as a black SUV rolled past. The people after him weren't ordinary thugs—they were operatives, trained and lethal.

Pulling out a burner phone, he dialed a number. A gruff voice answered. "You shouldn't have contacted her."

"They have no idea what's coming," Elias said. "And if they don't act soon, it'll be too late."

A pause. Then, "You just put a target on your back."

Elias smirked. "It was already there."

He hung up, knowing he had just made himself the most wanted man on both sides of the war.