{Hailey’s POV}
The next morning was weird. Not murder-weird. Not riddle-weird. Just… weird.
Because instead of being locked in a room full of yelling heirs and haunted stares, I found myself on a private golf course, surrounded by billionaires with clubs in their hands and secrets in their pockets.
The Lachlan estate’s course was massive—perfect grass, stupid expensive golf carts, and those annoying little flags whipping in the breeze like they knew something I didn’t. Kaira looked like she stepped out of a Vogue sportswear ad, snapping selfies while sipping something green and healthy-looking. Me? I was in leggings, a borrowed cap, and zero idea what I was doing.
Julian was all sharp lines and stone-cold silence. He hadn’t looked at me once since we got here.
Luca and Aaron were tra
