Chapter 126

With a final glance out the window, she turned away, ready to continue the game.

The night was still young, and there was much to be done. But one thing was certain—nothing would stand in her way.

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Rhys watched Denera ascend the staircase, his thoughts heavy. He had always admired her ambition and determination, but recent events had shaken him.

He remained seated at the dining table, sipping his coffee, waiting for her to return. When she reappeared, refreshed and composed, he motioned for her to join him again.

“Denera,” he began, his tone serious. “I need to ask you something, and I want an honest answer.”

She arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his sudden intensity. “Of course, Rhys. What’s on your mind?”

Rhys set his coffee cup down, leaning forward. “I know I already asked this, but did you have anything to do with the attack at the gala? I know how much you dislike Sandra and your drive to secure the Monument Project.”

Denera's expression remained calm as she flashed a very in