Damien’s gaze sharpened with quiet amusement as he watched Ashcroft stride away. A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he murmured, “He’s done.” He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip of water.
Maya blinked, curious. “What do you mean… he’s done?”
Dahlia’s lips curved into a knowing smile, her tone casual but edged with insight. “It seems Nicholas has finally met his match.”
Ashcroft’s footsteps echoed down the marble corridor, his mind still tangled in the chaos Harper had left behind. He’d told them he was heading to the washroom—but his feet had other plans—and before he knew it, he was standing in front of the resort’s souvenir shop.
He exhaled, jaw tight. Perfect. Of all places.
Harper’s voice replayed in his head, bright and bubbly through the phone—“Don’t forget my souvenirs, oka
