Heinrich and Aiden

If the idiot she hired had actually done his job properly, the news of Lilian's death should already be spreading. She had been ready to mourn dramatically, to pretend to grieve in front of everyone, but now... she had heard nothing.

Over twenty-four hours had passed since Carter had called her and told her that he had handled everything. She had made a mistake; she should have waited for the news before transferring his payment. What if he had lied to her? No, he couldn't have; he had sent her photos of Lilian falling into a narrow ditch.

Lilian had to die. There was no other option. She just had to die. There was no room for failure. Lilian could not survive—she had to die.

Isabel dialed Carter's number again, but it was switched off. That infuriating man better not be playing games with her, or she would find ways to deal with him.