Chapter 66
- Mirela
- I leaned back against the plush sofa, swirling the wine in my glass, a satisfied smirk curling on my lips as the news anchor droned on about the chaos unfolding outside Arlene’s press conference.
- Sarah paced restlessly in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights twinkling behind her. She turned sharply, eyes wide with disbelief.