Mirela
“You made her come to Vegas only to humiliate her?”
I let out a frustrated sigh, rubbing my temple as Madam Silva’s sharp voice rang through my earphones.
It had been a week, an entire week of listening to her relentless complaints about Sarah not securing the ambassadorial deal with Arlene’s company.
“Nana…” I attempted to interject, watching her stern expression through the video call. But she wasn’t having it.
The past week had been nothing but setbacks. When Arlene returned from the dead a few months ago, she had seemed unprepared, easy to manipulate.
But every single move I made against her had backfired spectacularly.
Not this time.
This time, I had her cornered.
I had managed to lure Cole to Las Vegas, and soon enough, Arlene’s well-hidden secrets would be out in the
