Amelia had never been the kind of woman to declare war.
But then again, she’d never had someone like Seraphina Delacroix threaten everything she’d bled for.
She stood in Lila’s cluttered apartment, surrounded by monitors, coffee cups, and the quiet hum of data transferring through unseen networks. One screen showed Seraphina stepping out of a private jet. Another tracked a shell company suddenly acquiring a slice of Hawke Industries’ critical supply chain.
“Your girl is ruthless,” Lila muttered, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “She’s using five proxy firms to hide acquisitions. It’s corporate warfare dressed up in silk and lipstick.”
Amelia paced the room. “Can you trace them?”
“Already did. The newest one is registered in the Cayman Islands under a dead tech startup. She’s us
