CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN – MYSTERIOUS INVESTOR

Jasmine's mind raced, trying to decipher his cryptic statement. Was he admitting to being an agent, or was this another ploy to get her to slip up? She decided to push back, ever so slightly. "Your line of work?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. "I thought you were in finance. What dots could possibly need connecting there?" Anthony's eyes glinted dangerously. "Oh, you'd be surprised. Money has a way of flowing through the most intriguing channels. Take art, for instance. It's an excellent way to move large sums discreetly, wouldn't you agree?" Jasmine's heart pounded in her chest. This was it – the moment she'd been dreading. Anthony was laying his cards on the table, daring her to show her hand. She took a sip of water, buying precious seconds to formulate her response. "I suppose so," she said carefully. "Though I prefer to appreciate art for its beauty, not its monetary value. But you seem to have given this a lot of thought, Anthony. Is there something you're not telling me about