Eloise looked meaningfully at Mavis, a sharp smile playing on her lips, though her eyes remained distantly calm and calculating.
“So what now? Are you threatening me with the Anthony Group?” Her voice was smooth, but each word struck like a polished dagger, honed over three years of silence.
Mavis folded her arms tightly across her chest, trying to look composed, but her jaw twitched. "Eloise, sue me. Go ahead, I dare you. By the time that happens, everyone will know the Anthony Group is nothing but a polished shell with cracks running deep. You’ll lose everything you’ve ever clung to."
She stepped forward, her lips curled into a twisted grin. "So tell me, can you still look me in the eye with that attitude? That high-and-mighty, untouchable tone?”
The hate in Mavis's voice wasn’t subt
