Cattleya’s POV
As I sat in the dimly lit room, the man's gaze seemed to burn into me, his eyes darting back and forth as if searching for a weakness.
A bead of sweat trickled down my temple, a silent response to the intensity of his scrutiny.
"Well, thanks to me, you're still alive," he finally said, his voice a low rumble. "Leo could have killed you today if I hadn't intervened."
I forced a smile, my teeth gritting against each other. "So, including you? You want to stop me from finding the truth? Because you know something about it?"
He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against something hard. "Your sister wasn't just an ordinary person. Her image was important, and revealing the truth would only cause chaos—by dragging my name."
I nodded and took a sip of the rich red
