Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

und himself at a small table by the window of a Starbucks across the street fro

g and going. He watched until he saw his mother, a small, elegant figure in

his head, a small shadow in the bustling coffee

ck was l

Kevin Miller was enjoying a lukewarm coffee whe

shirt. He scrambled to initiate the emergency lockd

ss D

d out of his

athetic digital traps with ease and slipped directly into the

e taken it a

wasn't

outed it through a dozen shell accounts before depositing i

hat hung over the hotel's main entrance, the one currently di

ng a guest with directions when

gasp went thr

he smiling faces were gone. In their place were three

IS A S

red, and pulled out their phones to take

signaled for security to control the crowd and got on her radi

listening to his top aide, Jobe Alvarez, deliver a quarte

rity alert from hotel management. His expression

his face impassive. His eyes paused

bout money. This was an insult. A deliberate, calc

window and looked down at the ch

he commanded, his voice low and c

, powerful presence in the network, moving with

emple. This wasn't the hotel's clum

, bouncing his signal from New York to Russia to a

attacker's signature is... unusual. They're incredibly skilled, but

hing he hadn't felt in years.

dered. "I don't ca

t-second decision. He severed his connection, closed the laptop

d, innocent five-year-old. He slung his small backpack ov

bby, his face purple with rage, screaming at the hotel staff. Colette watched him, a

her face a mask of fury. Her pe

port. "The trail went cold, sir. Vanish

apture. The structure was elegant, but there was a strange l

the heavy signet

wo-block radius of that hotspot," he commanded. "This

oked up at the highest window of the hotel. He co

smile playe

Daddy," he