CHAPTER 31
That morning, Cleopatra sat in her chair with a cold expression, staring sharply at her laptop screen. In her hand, she clutched a photo—James Weelman, her father’s former servant, who had now become a shadowy enemy.
"If he thinks he can play games with me, he’s gravely mistaken," she muttered softly, but her voice was filled with menace.
In front of her, Peter stood cautiously, already used to Cleopatra’s unexpected orders.
"I want you to track him down as soon as possible," Cleopatra ordered without preamble.
Peter nodded, pulling out his phone and starting to contact some of his connections in the police force.
"This won’t be easy, Cleo. That man may have moved several times by now," Peter warned.
Cleopatra scoffed, her eyes still locked on James’s photo.
"I don’t car
