Lisa looked at him deeply, her mind drifting back to the countless times she had clashed with her father over one person—Miguel.
The memory stirred something sharp and familiar in her chest. She smirked slightly and said, “That intentionality and focus of yours… that’s what makes you a force to reckon with. And it’s the main reason I could never get you out of my head, no matter what my father said.”
Miguel raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “What are you talking about?”
Lisa stood slowly, a flicker of vulnerability passing through her confident posture. “There’s no point hiding it anymore,” she said calmly, her eyes meeting his. “Yes, my father and I have always had issues—he’s controlling and never fully let me run the company on my own, even though I’m his only heir. But our bigge
