Chapter 18

That night, as heavy rain battered the windows of the Greenwich estate, Maya's smartphone screen suddenly lit up.
An incoming satellite call displayed a series of classified digits with international security clearance.
Maya answered the line, holding her breath as she brought the phone to her ear in the quiet study.
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"You played your role brilliantly, Maya... but Beatrice was merely the guardian we assigned to watch the child," a smooth voice spoke.
The voice belonged to an elite European diplomat whose name was tied to global financial cartels.