Damon stepped into Knight's office, which was directly adjacent to the room where Genesis was sleeping.
He stopped a few feet from the desk. Knight didn't turn to face him—he just sat silently, gazing out the glass wall that overlooked the endless stretch of mountains.
After a moment, Knight finally turned, his cold eyes meeting Damon's. He stared at him for a few seconds too long, and that made Damon's stomach twist. Something was off.
Then Knight spoke. "They found the tapes."
Damon's chest tightened. "Yeah. I heard."
Knight nodded once. "I know. But that's not why I called you here."
Damon stayed silent, unsure. Knight reached for a white envelope on the desk and slid it toward him. Damon's heart skipped a beat.
Had he done something wrong? Had one of the men?
He couldn't think of anything.
He picked up the envelope with slightly trembling fingers and tore it open. As he unfolded the paper inside and read the contents, his eyes grew wider and wider. Then he looked up at Knight, stunned.
"You knew all along," Damon said quietly.
Knight didn't answer at first. He stood, walked around the desk, and leaned back against it, arms crossed.
His lips curved. "Of course I did. And I'm sure you noticed it too."
Damon swallowed. He had.
Or at least… he should have.
"All the maids in that estate are my Angels," Knight said. "Every single one. Except for one—one who showed up out of nowhere, asking Eliana for a job. One who just so happened to look too much like my wife."
His gaze sharpened. "I know you noticed, Fang."
"Y-yeah, I did," Damon admitted, voice uneasy. "But I didn't think they'd be... related."
He looked back at the paper, the truth staring him in the face.
"But how? How did you figure it out? You didn't act like you suspected her. You didn't even show it."
Knight chuckled dryly. "I don't trust anyone, Fang. Not even you."
Damon wasn't surprised. He'd known that for years—and still, his loyalty hadn't wavered.
He shook his head slowly. "So what made you run the DNA test? What made you do this?"
Knight's smirk returned, but his eyes drifted, distant—remembering.
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Flashback
It had been months ago. Late at night.
He, Genesis, and Daisy had been watching cartoons in the living room. Daisy had fallen asleep on his chest.
That's when she walked by.
"Hey," Knight had called out casually.
He hadn't known her name. And that was the first red flag—he knew every single worker in the estate, especially the maids. They were all his Angels.
But she stood out like a sore thumb. She wasn't one of his.
She paused, hands clasped neatly in front of her. Revelation.
"What's your name?" he had asked.
"Revelation, young master."
Knight's brow had lifted slightly.
Revelation? What kind of name was that?
He looked at Genesis—Genesis and Revelation. It was too much of a coincidence.
And then he caught her.
Revelation had been sneaking glances at Genesis. Not casual ones. Curious. Focused. Familiar.
"Take Daisy to her room," Knight had said calmly. "Tuck her in. Put Dr. McStuffins next to her."
She nodded and stepped forward gently. As she leaned down to pick up Daisy, Knight studied her hands—gentle, practiced. But her eyes flicked again toward Genesis.
He noticed.
As she turned with Daisy in her arms, her braid brushed close to him.
Without a word, Knight reached out, casually plucking a single strand of hair that had caught on her shoulder. Smooth. Effortless. No one noticed.
"Thank you," he said with a smile.
She nodded and walked off, completely unaware.
And Knight?
He just stood there, twirling the strand of hair between his fingers, his mind already racing ten steps ahead.
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Flashback ends.
Back in the office, Damon stared at him, still holding the letter.
"You must've run the DNA test months ago," he said. "You've known all this time."
Knight shrugged. "She gave me what I needed."
"And the results came back…"
"Sisters," Knight confirmed. "Twins."
Damon blinked, stunned. "And you haven't told Genesis yet?"
Knight's expression darkened slightly. "Not yet."
Damon took a step back, rubbing the back of his neck. "Damn…"
"Yeah," Knight muttered, finally pushing off the desk and standing tall again.
Damon frowned. "Do you think she came for Genesis?"
Knight's jaw clenched. "She's not just after my wife. She's after me."
"What?" Damon said, stunned. "Why?"
Knight tapped his fingers once on the desk. "She's not working alone."
Damon's eyes narrowed. "Seriously? That means…"
Knight cut him off. "Have you heard of the Sinaloa Cartel?"
Damon's face tensed. "Of course. That's the biggest drug cartel in Mexico."
Knight raised an eyebrow. "And have you heard of…"
"El Alacrán," Damon finished for him.
Knight smiled coldly. "Exactly. We finally meet her."
Damon swore under his breath. "Revelation is El Alacrán?"
Knight nodded once.
And just like that, the room fell silent—only the low hum of tension remained.
Damon stepped forward, voice low. "That means she's the one who tried to frame Takeshi for that shooting."
"Yes," Knight replied without hesitation.
Damon shook his head in disbelief. "I still can't wrap my head around it. We had El Alacrán right under our noses… and you knew. You knew all along."
Knight's lips curved into something between a smirk and a snarl. "And now it's time for the kitty to fulfill my plan."
Damon opened his mouth, then closed it again. He didn't know what to say.
But looking at Knight—and the dark, icy look in his eyes—he felt a chill crawl down his spine.
This wasn't just about revenge anymore.
And it wasn't just about protecting his wife.
Knight had set something in motion.
Something cold.
Something calculated.
Something that had been years in the making.
And now?
There was no turning back.