Third person’s POV
"Will you stay if I tell you everything?"
Layla's voice cracked and she stood watching Naomi almost walk out the door.
There was a deep tension in the room. After a long pause, Naomi turned her eyes. "started talking "
Layla exhaled slowly. "I own the cafés. Ninety percent of cafés in Europe is Lá váz. I own them."
Naomi blinked in confusion. "What?"
"Yes. I own them." Layla repeated.
Naomi's mouth was wide open, but before she could speak, Layla continued. "My father left me a huge amount of money before he died. The money was left under Caleb’s control. He was the only one who knew about it and---"
Naomi screamed suddenly, cutting her off. "I knew it!"
Layla jerked slightly, startled. "You knew what?"
Naomi lifted a finger dramatically. "Actually, there ar
