Arabella decided to head back to her apartment. She sat down on her desk and opened her laptop, the dim glow of her laptop screen illuminating her face as she scrolled through the latest financial reports. Despite her confident front at the board meeting, she knew they were in a race against time. Her mother’s company was bleeding, and her father’s influence was making sure the wounds stayed open.
But the phone call from the unknown number haunted her more than the company’s financial state.
"Your father isn’t working alone."
Who else was pulling the strings? And why?
She exhaled sharply, rubbing her temples. The weight of everything—her father’s attack, Evelyn’s threats, the uncertainty of her marriage to Alexander—was pressing down on her. But she had no time for weakness.
A knock a
