Darya’s lips curved into a mocking smile. ‘There’s no need.’
She said to Mirabelle West, ‘Leave them be. The more they spend, the more they contribute to my wallet.’
The manager nodded and dismissed the security guards.
The ball was now in Judy’s court.
Darya owned the spa.
She’d allowed Judy and Felicia to stay.
But would they dare to?
Would they swallow the humiliation of contributing to Darya’s company’s bottom line?
‘We’ve wasted enough time here,’ Avery said. ‘The steam chamber’s ready.’
Darya strolled away with her brother, leaving Felicia to stare after them with barely concealed hatred.
She was about to say something when she felt someone yank on her arm.
Judy was dragging her towards the entrance.
‘Mum!’ Felicia protested. ‘We can’t just let t
