ELISE
“Go to my apartment now,” I said to Ivy’s driver, my voice hard. The driver changed direction almost immediately, making Ivy and me lurch backwards.
She sat properly and turned to me with furrowed brows.
“What's going on?”
“Someone dropped off something at my apartment,” I said and turned the phone to her.
She squinted at the screen, staring at it for the longest before she let out a heavy exhale.
“How sure are you that this is not one of Damien's ploys again?” she demanded to know. “Because it's obvious he already had this case wrapped around his fingers all along, and was just waiting for today.”
“We still have to try,” I said and brought the phone down.
“I know we have to try, but for now I suggest we keep a low profile. Damien just wanted you to see the picture of w
