The figure stepped out from the shadows, his movements smooth and measured, exuding an air of quiet menace. The faint moonlight revealed his face—a face Leila recognized all too well. It was Dimitri Solana, one of her father’s most formidable rivals, known for his ruthlessness in the business world and his deep connections in the underground.
Leila’s heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here, and how much did he know? She steeled herself, refusing to show even a hint of fear.
“Leila,” Dimitri greeted her, his voice as smooth as velvet. “I see you’ve inherited more than just your father’s fortune. His stubbornness, too.”
Martin and Eric flanked her instinctively, their expressions tense. Ian, however, took a half-step forward, as though shielding her.
“What do you want, Dimitri?” Lei
