Chapter 113: A Personal Vendetta

The night air was thick with tension as Malia stepped into the dimly lit, private meeting room. She could hear the low hum of the air conditioning, the quiet murmur of the city beyond the tall windows. Everything felt eerily still, as if the entire world was holding its breath. And she, too, felt the weight of every step, every second that passed, like it might be the last moment of peace she would ever know.

It had been weeks since Evelyn's smear campaign had turned Malia's world upside down. The lawsuits, the media frenzy, the collapsing investments—everything had been a carefully orchestrated attack, and Malia had been left scrambling, fighting to hold her ground. But none of it had prepared her for the moment she was walking into now.

The invitation had come abruptly, a simple message: Meet me. We have unfinished business.