Lisa’s breath ghosted against Liam’s chest as she whispered her next words, sharp as glass:
“We burn her to the ground, Liam.”
For a second, silence stretched between them, heavy and tense. Liam’s heart slammed beneath her palm, but he didn’t move away.
His jaw tightened. “How?”
Lisa stepped back, her blue eyes colder than winter ice.
“I have already started.”
She walked toward her laptop, clicking open a file—a series of encrypted folders, financial records, offshore transfers, hotel surveillance clips, and phone logs.
Valarie Monroe was naked on the screen—not in body, but in power.
Exposed.
“This,” Lisa whispered, tapping the screen, “is her empire. And I have mapped it out.”
Liam swallowed hard, his throat tight.
“You hacked her accounts?”
Lisa’s lips curled. “Did you think
