Playing the Perfect Game

Helena gritted her teeth tightly, and deep within her eyes flickered intense resentment and unwillingness. She smiled ambiguously, "Sister, are you threatening me?"

"It's a warning," Cynthia said, "After all these years, you know nothing about the current me. But I can tell you clearly, you can't afford the cost of angering me!"

Helena didn't show any fear. Instead, she looked towards Tristan, who stood not far away. "Is it because of that man?"

During her conversation with Naomi, she had repeatedly tried to probe the identity of that man. Although Naomi claimed not to know the specifics, her intuition told her that this man was Cynthia's entire backing. If Cynthia didn't have this man supporting her, she would be nothing!

Cynthia noticed Helena's gaze towards Tristan, her eyebrows subtly furrowing, and a hint of coldness flashed in her almond eyes. "Trying to snatch something from my hands again?"

Naomi raised her eyebrows at Cynthia's words.