Darya’s tone carried a hint of hostility as she nonchalantly brushed her long hair aside. ‘Yes, it was me.’
Micah’s gaze grew colder, but before he could utter a word, Darya beat him to it. ‘I wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine.’
‘Mr Cavanaugh, instead of trying to reason with me here, why don’t you go back and take care of your lover and your dear sister?’ Darya’s voice dripped with ice, matching the coldness in Micah’s eyes. ‘The next time they cause trouble for me, I won’t be so nice.’
She knew that the reporters who had besieged her were sent by Felicia, undoubtedly acting on behalf of Regina.
Given the circumstances, she had no choice but to fight back.
A furrow appeared between Micah’s brows. ‘Trouble? What kind of trouble?’
An ominous feeling suddenl
