Liam’s penthouse was silent, except for the steady tapping of Lisa’s nails against the marble counter.
Midnight.
She stared at the screen, scanning the leaked medical reports Tony had spread online.
Lies.
Every single word.
But perception was powerful, and Tony knew it.
Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Number:
“They’re planning something at tomorrow’s board meeting. Be careful who you trust.”
Her stomach tightened.
Another game.
Another trap.
Liam walked into the kitchen, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up. His eyes locked onto hers.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
Lisa shook her head. “I don’t sleep much anymore.”
A bitter smile ghosted her lips.
Liam poured whiskey into a glass, offering her one. She took it.
For a moment, they sipped in silence, the city lights glittering
