Chris stood still, his eyes fixed on the glowing skyline. The city thrived below, unaware of the silent war being waged in the shadows. His voice was calm, yet laced with unshakable authority.
"Who's making moves on Wren?"
Ethan's fingers moved swiftly over his tablet, scanning financial records and hidden transactions. Within seconds, he had an answer.
"Titan Holdings."
Chris's brow lifted slightly. "Never heard of them."
Ethan smirked. "That's the point. They don't operate in the public eye. Titan Holdings is a private investment firm specializing in hostile takeovers—but not for profit. They go after companies that pose a threat to their client list." He leaned back. "In short, someone hired them to go after Wren."
Chris's fingers tapped against the desk, calculating.
"Who?"
Ethan exhaled. "That's where it gets tricky. Titan's board is anonymous. No official CEO, no public investors. Whoever hired them doesn't want to be found."
Chris's gaze sharpened. "Then find out. But listen carefully." His voice lowered, turning ice-cold.
"This war is off the grid. Whether it's Blackwood or me, our name doesn't get dragged into this. Make sure we stay invisible."
Ethan gave a knowing smirk. "Already on it. Any moves we make will be untraceable. No signatures, no links. Blackwood's hands stay clean."
Chris nodded. That was the priority.
His identity was the world's best-kept secret. No headlines, no records, no trail. Chris Blackwood didn't exist on paper.
And that's exactly how he intended to keep it.
He exhaled slowly, turning his focus back to the real issue.
Wren was under attack from two fronts—one he saw coming, and one he didn't. That meant either:
1. Wren had more enemies than expected.
2. Someone was trying to lure Chris into the open.
Chris smirked darkly.
It didn't matter which it was.
Because at the end
of this war—he would still be the one standing.