MIGUEL'S MANSION
Elizabeth stepped out of the steamy bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and another coiled around her damp hair.
She noticed her phone screen lighting up on the nightstand. Picking it up, she frowned at the five missed calls from Iris.
“Iris?” she muttered, confused. Iris was the daughter of their former family butler and worked at Oasis Group, but their paths rarely crossed. It didn’t make sense for her to call, especially not this late.
Elizabeth returned the call, and Iris answered almost immediately. Her voice was shaky and uneven, as if she had been crying.
“Elizabeth,” Iris choked out, “something terrible just happened.”
Elizabeth felt her chest tighten. “Iris, calm down and talk to me. What’s wrong?”
“There was a bomb explosion,” Iris stammered, her voi
