Lila's laughter echoed through the office, sharp and unhinged, as if she found the entire situation amusing. But her eyes—her dark, calculating eyes—were anything but playful.
Isabella didn't move from her spot, her body language stiff and ready.
"State your price," Ivy bit out, already exhausted. "How much do you want?"
Lila’s brows lifted, amusement flickering across her face. “Oh? So quick to put a price on things, sister dearest.”
Ivy glanced at Isabella, who was still positioned protectively next to her, then leaned in slightly towards Lila. “Drop your details. I’ll have the account wire it to you.”
At that, Lila threw her head back and laughed—loud, maniacal, unapologetic.
Isabella observed the exchange with keen interest, her gaze flickering between the two identic
