“Less I forget.” Elisa said, her expression neutral.
“What is that?” Kieran asked.
“Strip Izzy off her position.”
Kieran’s smirk was still in place as he studied Elisa, but there was something else beneath it—curiosity. A hint of suspicion.
“You want me to strip Izzy of her title without telling her?” His voice was measured, but Elisa could hear the challenge beneath it.
Elisa met his gaze without hesitation. “Yes. The wedding should happen before she even realizes what’s going on.”
Hector let out a low whistle. “Cold.”
Elisa ignored him. “If we announce the wedding now, she’ll have time to retaliate. She might try to gather support or cause a scene. But if we move quietly, fast—by the time she even understands what’s happening, it’ll be too late.”
Kieran hummed, drumming his finge
