"If you let your hand shake while holding that champagne, Vance’s buyers will smell the fraud before we even reach the foyer," I warned, staring straight ahead as the iron gates opened.
"My hands are perfectly steady, Rhys," Vivienne replied, her voice cold, though her fingers tightened around the stem of her glass. "Worry about your own act. You look like a man about to crash a funeral."
"It is a funeral if this fails." I pulled the car to a stop near the stone entrance. "These men don't just buy stolen tech. They kill the people who bring them bad deals. Keep your eyes on Arthur's lead contact and let me handle the talking."
"I know how to play a desperate heiress," she snapped, turning to face me. "I don't need a leash."
"You need to stay alive."
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