The room fell into a suffocating silence.
I could feel my pulse in my throat, the weight of Isabella’s words settling over me like a vice. Mr. Timothy stood rigid beside me, his jaw locked tight.
“You expect us to just walk into Lorenzo’s hands?” His voice was sharp, disbelief thick in his tone. “Do you have any idea what kind of man he is?”
Isabella didn’t flinch. “I know exactly who he is. And that’s why this will work.”
I exhaled slowly, forcing myself to think. Lorenzo wasn’t just some businessman tangled in Rachel’s web—he was dangerous. Ruthless. The kind of man who crushed anyone who threatened his empire.
And now, according to Isabella, I was a threat.
I swallowed hard. “You said we need to make him believe he’s in control. What does that mean, exactly?”
Isabella’s lips pres
