Kyra's POV
"You paid them... to frame me," I said as I stared coldly at the woman across from me. Her eyes went wide with panic. Her fingers shook before she quickly hid them under the table.
"What are you talking about?" Diane's voice broke.
I tilted my head. "That's also why you came here alone when I told you to bring your husband. You know the people you hired were caught."
She gritted her teeth. "My husband deserves the inheritance more than anyone! He worked so hard for that company, and now you just walk in to steal everything?"
I smirked. The Foster empire belonged to my bloodline, and we both knew it. "Come on, Diane. We both know who the real heiress is. I'm just taking what's mine—"
"You gold digger!" she hissed.
I lifted my chin and crossed my legs slowly.
