Otthen stood there, his face set in humiliation, trapped at the moment with no words to defend himself.
Cynthia looked furious, but she remained silent, glancing away, unable to face the two women.
Genia settled into the passenger seat with a satisfied smirk. Cambrik skillfully backed the car out, the engine purring with controlled power. She cast one final glance at Otthen and Cynthia through the side mirror, her eyes cold and unreadable, before pressing down on the accelerator.
With a smooth surge of speed, the Aston Martin shot forward, leaving Otthen and Cynthia standing there in the parking lot, diminished and speechless.
As they sped away, the wind whipping through her hair, Cambrik felt the sweet, exhilarating rush of freedom—a life she’d finally taken back on her own terms, l
