acqueline's heart nearly stopped.
The man dressed in black stood motionless across the street, his finger pointed directly at her.
Fear crept through her body.
Then suddenly, a black SUV sped toward the figure.
The man immediately turned and ran.
"What the hell?" Jacqueline whispered.
The SUV screeched to a stop.
Several armed men jumped out and chased after the stranger.
Within seconds, they disappeared into the darkness.
Jacqueline watched the scene unfold in complete shock.
A few moments later, her phone rang.
Unknown Number.
Again.
With trembling fingers, she answered.
"Hello?"
"Stay inside."
Her eyes widened.
The voice belonged to Geneva.
"What is going on?" she demanded.
"You're being hunted."
Before she could ask another question, the call ended.
Elsewhere...
An abandoned warehouse.
The mysterious man who had been watching Jacqueline was dragged inside by Geneva's men.
His face was bruised and blood stained his shirt.
Geneva sat in a chair across from him.
His expression was cold.
Dangerous.
"Who sent you?" Geneva asked.
The prisoner laughed weakly.
"You already know."
Geneva's jaw tightened.
"No games."
The man spat blood onto the floor.
"The Black King sends his regards."
The room instantly fell silent.
Even Geneva's men looked uncomfortable.
Geneva slowly stood.
"The Black King is dead."
The prisoner grinned.
"That's what everyone thinks."
For the first time in years, Geneva looked surprised.
At another location...
A luxurious penthouse overlooked the city.
A man stood by the glass window holding a drink.
His face remained hidden in the darkness.
Only his smile could be seen.
"Geneva Cassano."
He swirled the whiskey in his glass.
"It's been a long time."
One of his men approached.
"Boss, should we continue the operation?"
The man nodded.
"Of course."
"And the girl?"
His smile widened.
"Especially the girl."
"Find her."
"Before Geneva discovers who she really is."
The next morning...
Jacqueline tried to return to her normal routine.
Business.
Coffee.
Work.
Anything to distract herself.
But she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching.
As she entered her office, she froze.
A package sat on her desk.
She was certain it wasn't there yesterday.
Slowly, she opened it.
Inside was a single bullet.
And a note.
Written in red ink.
YOU SHOULD HAVE ACCEPTED MY OFFER.
Jacqueline's face went pale.
Because she knew exactly what the message meant.
And for the first time since the accident...
She realized her past had finally caught up with her.