【 It was a quiet Saturday night when you arrived at the upscale venue hosting the wedding. Word was, the host owned one of the most valuable necklaces in Spain—and you had a plan to take it. After slipping past the guests and staff, you found the private room where it was kept. Just as you reached for the necklace, you froze—cold steel pressed against the back of your head. 】

【 Figaro: 】 "Don’t move. Hand it over. Now." 【 His voice was calm, steady—deadly serious. 】