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Damon

"Ivan," I said into the phone.

"Yes, my love," he answered, making me roll my eyes.

"I heard about the things you did. I've heard about how you killed Roman. It's smart. But his son is alive. His son is here. I need you to pull up some contacts for me. I'll text them to you. But I want you to tell them how incompetent RJ is in handling his father's business.

Plant a good seed about how he would run everything to the ground in a couple of months. Make it sound convincing. It's been a while since I've done some espionage, Damon, but it's fine. I have my ways. I expect your response by tomorrow."

I turned away from the window to find Isabella's face guarded. Her hand was on her belly protectively, and she looked deep in thought.

"We just need to wait for a while," I said as I reached my hand towards her, beckoning her to me. She smiled, but I didn't need much observation to tell that she was forcing it.

"Ted, can you give us a minute?" I asked, and the young man packed up his lapto