Listening to the arrogant voice drifting in from the main hall, Mia Powell's expression underwent a terrifying transformation. The warmth she had shown her brother vanished instantly, replaced by a killing intent so potent it seemed to lower the temperature of the room. She was no longer the doting sister; she was the Queen of Serpents.
Matthew Powell immediately realized something was wrong. His instincts, honed on a thousand battlefields, screamed danger. He frowned, stepping closer. "Sis, what's wrong? Who is that?"
Mia shook her head, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Nothing. It's just business. You don't need to worry about it. Stay here. I'll handle it. It will only take a minute."
Just then, the voice from the hall laughed again, louder and more lecherous this time. "
