Chapter 56

The dim lighting of the upscale bar bathes the room in a golden glow, the hum of conversation blending with the clinking of glasses. Michael lounges in a shadowy corner, a whiskey glass cradled in his hand, his usual smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. Across from him, Victoria sits, her posture rigid and her eyes as sharp as daggers.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Michael," she says, her voice low but laced with venom. "You've been getting sloppy. That little stunt with the video? It almost ruined everything."

Michael swirls his drink, his expression unbothered. "Relax, Victoria. The game's not over yet. Emma's still on the ropes, and I'm the one keeping her there."

Victoria's eyes narrow, her manicured fingers tapping against the table. "You've been feeding her just enough to keep her afloat. That wasn't the deal."