~Lanre
Isabella pulled away from me, her gaze never leaving mine. With a smirk, she took a seat across from me, crossing her legs. "You'll find out soon enough," she said, the promise lingering in her voice.
I straightened my suit, regaining my composure. "I don't like playing games," I said, my voice steady and controlled.
Isabella laughed, the sound low and knowing. "Neither do I, Lanre," she said. "But this is more like chess, and you need to learn to play the game."
I narrowed my eyes at her.
"I heard something else about your father," Isabella continued, her tone serious now. "I heard Joanna's father killed him."
I shook my head, my voice low and bitter. "Not directly," I said. "He contributed to what killed him. He orchestrated the events that led to his death."
Isabella leane
