The hush shattered—buzz exploding like we'd all just chugged moonshine.
Nobody saw that twist coming—talk about a gut-punch encore!
"That she-wolf's ice-cold! Who knew? Joseph's been cuddling a viper all this time!"
"Talk about hoisting your own petard—ha! Check George's mug. Joseph's toast this round."
Zoe stared at the drive in her paw, ghost-white, then flicked to Joseph's eyes—pure murder, ready to flay her alive.
How? How'd it flip?
That drive was supposed to sing her tune!
She whipped toward me, venom twisting her face.
I met her stare slow, steady—saw right through her house of cards, every ace up her sleeve.
Rage warped her; she charged. "You b***h—you set me up!"
Before she closed the gap, Brian's guards slammed her onto the table—thud, like a dropped sack of bones.
Jos
