127. FELIX YEATS (POV)

The party goes just as I planned. The conversations, the well-timed footsteps of Chicago’s elite, the fake smiles. I walk among them calmly, a glass in my hand, returning greetings with brief nods. But my focus isn’t here.

It’s on the earpiece—Isabelle’s voice is steady as she pushes back against Si...

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