The lights at Morgan Origin were still on, even though night had fully fallen. Inside a glass-walled room with half-drawn curtains, Selena stood in front of a strategy board. A pen in her hand, but her mind was sharper than any scalpel.
Tasha sat behind the desk, her eyes glued to her laptop screen.
“So… we’re really going to destroy Evelyn directly?” she asked quietly.
Selena turned to her, her gaze cold yet unwavering. “She started this. But she forgot one thing.”
“What?”
“I’m not a woman who can be taken down the same way twice.”
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The next day, on the top floor of the art gallery where Evelyn had been named guest curator…
A prominent businessman, an old associate of Julian, stood admiring one of the abstract pieces on display. A woman—in an emerald green dress and a soft trai
