“You’re playing a dangerous game, Lola.”
Nathan’s voice was steady, but his dark eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. Lola leaned back in her chair, tapping her nails against the mahogany desk in Yemi’s office. She had spent the past week analyzing every financial report, every investment, and every deal Desmond had pushed through under Yemi’s name. There were too many discrepancies, too many red flags. And Yemi—caught between the power struggle and his growing distance from her—was too blinded by rage to see the full picture.
She crossed her legs, keeping her expression unreadable. “I know exactly what I’m doing.”
Nathan exhaled, his frustration palpable. “Do you? Because from where I’m standing, you’re putting yourself right in the middle of a war that doesn’t care about casualties.”
