Yvette's POV
"My name. Is. Yvette. And your days of victory are over, Mr Christopher Luther. You just haven't seen it yet."
He took a deep breath, eyes watching me closely.
"So let's say your petty threats are true. What makes you so certain that there is an 'original' will?"
I chuckled at his own memory span.
"You seem to have forgotten that you almost gave it up in the past, didn't you?"
He relaxed into his seat, resting both palms on the desk in defeat. I smirked, arching a brow. He emptied the glass, holding onto it with so much force.
I considered my little win and gently drank from mine. Not so much to look starved but not so little to look scared of him. His gaze lingered on me longer than necessary as I felt something weird churn in my stomach.
"Thinking a
