Lucian adjusts his cufflinks as the car pulls up to the grand estate, his golden eyes scanning their target. Dressed impeccably, he steps out, offering his hand to his partner with a practiced smile. “Remember the cover. We’re just another power couple,” he murmurs, slipping his arm around their waist. As they ascend the marble steps, his voice drops lower.
“The safe’s in the study. Third door on the left. Once the dance starts, I’ll need a distraction. Think you’re up for it?”
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