Once the car was in motion, Dyson pulled out his phone and dialed a number.
It rang only twice before the call was answered.
"Everything taken care of?"
"Good.
I'll wire the money shortly.
Remember—this stays between us.
No third parties."
Hanging up, he gazed out at the thick curtain of night, a faint, sly smirk curling at the corners of his lips.
The drive passed in silence.
Beauty rested her head against the seat, half-lidded eyes tracing the neon glow of passing headlights.
"Beauty," Hannah suddenly spoke, her voice calm but deliberate, snapping Beauty out of her thoughts.
"Don't you think Dyson seems... different since he came back this time?
He used to be so warm and bright, but now there's something... shadowy about him.
Do you feel it too?"
"I do," Beauty admitted softly.
"He's changed.
Being around him makes me uneasy now—not like before.
Maybe it's because Marson Enterprises and S Corporation are rivals now.
