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The air in the back of the luxury sedan was suffocating, thick with the silent roar of a man whose pride had just been set on fire. Xavier Grayson stared at the glowing screen of his phone, the audio from the surveillance software echoing in the cabin like a death knell.

Just ten minutes ago, Old Mrs. Grayson had called him, her voice cracking with a joy so raw it bordered on hysteria. "Xavier..