CLARA’S POV
I stared at the list in my hands, disbelief settling deep in my chest. It contained the names of possible suspects behind the last attack on me—the shootout that had claimed the lives of my driver and bodyguard.
“You really did it, huh?” I said, glancing up at Lydia. She sat across from me on the garden terrace, her hands folded on her thighs, with a satisfied smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” she replied bowing slightly.
Shaking my head, I couldn’t hide my admiration. “I thought you’d take some time off because of what happened and how traumatic it was. But instead, you put this together? How did you manage it so quickly?”
She shrugged. “I only used a few minutes of my leisure time, Luna Clara. It wasn’t a big deal.”
I gave her a pointed look, knowing better. Lydia wasn’t the type to
