CHAPTER 30
That morning, Cleopatra had just stepped into her office when she sensed something was off. Usually, the room was filled with a peaceful silence—a place where she could start her day undisturbed. But this time, two people were already waiting inside.
Georgina Miller, her pretentious aunt, and Anthony Curse Blake, her arrogant golden boy of a son, were lounging comfortably on the office sofa.
Cleopatra stopped at the doorway, staring at them sharply. What did they want now?
Georgina flashed a sweet yet fake smile, her expression that of a woman bringing good news.
"Dear Cleo, we just need a little help," she said in a gentle voice, but Cleopatra knew there was something deceitful behind her request.
Before Cleopatra could respond, Anthony glanced around the room with arroga
