The Thorne Heiress Unveiling Shadow novel Chapter 50

They didn't speak again on the chaotic streets of New York. Words were unnecessary. The attack had changed everything, shattering the carefully constructed walls between them. Kaelen's security team, with a quiet, ruthless efficiency, handled the police, retrieved Evelyn's car, and escorted her back to the secure gates of Thorne Crest in a convoy of black SUVs.

She walked directly to her study, the room that had become her sanctuary and command center. She sat down at her desk, the adrenaline from the attack still humming in her veins, replaced now by a cold, clear sense of purpose. The enemy had made a move. A clumsy, brutal move, but a move nonetheless. They had revealed a piece of themselves, and now, it was her turn to respond.

A few moments later, a secure, encrypted notification popped up on her main monitor. It was a communication request from an unknown but authenticated source. She knew who it was. She accepted the call.

It was a video call, the connection triple-encrypted through a private satellite network. Kaelen's face appeared on her screen. He was back in his stark, minimalist office at Blackwood Industries, but the polite, formal mask he wore during their "interview" was gone. His expression was grim, his eyes hard.

"Are you certain you are unharmed?" he asked, his first words a direct, personal question, not a business inquiry.

"I'm certain," Evelyn replied, her voice calm. "They underestimated my car's defensive capabilities."

"They underestimated you," he corrected, his voice a low rumble. "A mistake I can assure you they will not be given the opportunity to make again." He paused, his gaze intense even through the screen. "My offer to work together was not made lightly. The Syndicate is a cancer. They have been a ghost in my systems for years, always present, never seen. I want to cut them out. But my tools are conventional. I have manpower, money, and influence. You have a weapon they cannot defend against. Your mind."

Evelyn leaned back in her chair, studying his face on the screen. She saw the raw determination there, the cold fury of a king whose sovereignty had been challenged. But she also saw something else: a flicker of grudging respect, an acknowledgment that he, the great Kaelen Blackwood, needed her. It was a position of leverage she had no intention of wasting.

"An alliance," she said, testing the word. "What are the terms?"

"The terms are simple," he replied without hesitation. "We share all intelligence. We coordinate all actions. We have a single, common objective: the complete and total eradication of The Syndicate. No questions asked. No hidden agendas."

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