Lily's pulse quickened as she entered Aidens Aiden's home office the following morning. The words she overheard at the restaurant weighed heavily on her, yet she couldn't afford to let her suspicions show. She still had to play her role perfectly. Her mission was clear: gather evidence for Michael, ensure her safety, and navigate whatever hidden plots swirled around Aiden Sinclair.
The house was as impressive as always—modern, sleek, and cold. But today, the atmosphere felt different. More tense, more charged. Lily smoothed her skirt, her fingers brushing over the fabric absently as she stepped toward the desk. Aiden was there, as usual, standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, his back turned to her.
For a moment, she simply watched him. His broad shoulders and
