The smile disappeared from Elena’s face.
She stopped just outside the door.
Every word had reached her with perfect clarity.
Beside her, Camille’s expression darkened instantly.
Her fists clenched.
She was one step away from storming inside and throwing the men out herself.
Before she could move, Elena gently caught her wrist.
Although alcohol clouded her senses, her mind remained remarkably clear.
A cold glint surfaced in her eyes.
“They’ve already made me drink this much.”
Her voice was quiet.
“I’m not leaving empty-handed.”
Camille looked at her in surprise.
Then she immediately understood.
Without saying another word, she slipped a miniature recorder from her handbag.
“It’s on.”
She gave a subtle nod.
Whenever they attended important negotiations, they recorded the con
