Arabella’s grip on her phone tightened as Eleanor’s words echoed in her mind.
"Your father isn’t the only one coming for you."
A chill ran down her spine.
She turned to Alexander, who had been listening in. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in his jaw told her he wasn’t pleased.
“What do you think she meant by that?” Arabella asked, her voice quieter than before.
Alexander took the phone from her hand, glancing at the screen as if it held the answers. “Eleanor isn’t one to bluff. If she’s hinting at another player in this game, we need to find out who it is—before they make their next move.”
Arabella swallowed, trying to push down the unease curling in her stomach. “Do you think it’s another business rival?”
Alexander’s eyes darkened. “Possibly. But it could also be som
