The plan on Bjorn

As Bjorn stormed out, Seraphina watched his retreating figure, the satisfaction in her eyes deepening. She allowed herself a moment to revel in the control she had gained. Every move was playing out exactly as she had planned. Bjorn, so easy to provoke, was the perfect pawn to create chaos while she focused on securing her place by Armin’s side.

She turned on her heel and made her way to her private office, the heels of her shoes echoing sharply against the marble floors of Rodriguez Manor. Once inside, she closed the door behind her and pulled out her phone, dialing a number from memory—Vincent Wolfe, her go-to contact for discreet operations. The man was a master at creating chaos without leaving a trace.

The phone rang twice before a deep, calm voice answered. “Seraphina. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Vincent,” she replied, her voice smooth as silk. “I have a job for you. It requires your usual finesse—discreet and efficient.”

There was a pause, then the faint sound of a chuckle