Chapter 152: Shadows Over Spain

The jet touched down in Madrid just before dawn, its sleek black exterior reflecting the soft golden lights of the runway. As the cabin doors opened, a wave of humid air rushed in. Chris stepped out first, his posture exuding control. The Spanish delegation was already waiting, their expressions a careful blend of politeness and unease.

"Señor Blackwood," one of the royal envoys greeted him. "The palace is expecting you."

Chris nodded but barely acknowledged them. His mind was elsewhere. Without breaking stride, he pulled out his phone and dialed.

Ethan answered on the second ring. "You need me there?"

"Immediately," Chris said. "Take the next flight."

There was no hesitation. "I'm on my way."

Chris ended the call and slid his phone back into his pocket. He could handle whatever Spain had planned, but he preferred to have Ethan in the room. Because when it came to politics, trust was a rare commodity.

The motorcade was waiting. As he climbed into the back of the bulletproof SUV, Chris gazed out at the city. Madrid was beautiful, steeped in history and power—but today, it was just another battlefield.

And he intended to win.