"I trust you'll do your part as well, Lilia."
Lilia drew a deep breath, forcing her composure to remain intact. She straightened her posture, lifting her chin slightly as her crimson eyes met Selene's piercing brown gaze. There was no hesitation in her movements, only a calculated grace that reflected years of navigating power games like this one.
Her lips curved into a smile—polished, diplomatic, and unyielding.
"Of course," she replied smoothly, her voice carrying just enough warmth to veil the undercurrent of defiance in her tone. "It's always a pleasure to contribute to the club's success."
Selene's smile widened, though it was anything but kind. Her eyes gleamed with amusement, as if she could see right through Lilia's mask. She inclined her head slightly, an almost patronizing gesture that set Lilia's teeth on edge.