How did you know?

"Hmm, ma'am. How can you be so sure about this?" Ana questioned softly, her voice tinged with curiosity.

But before she could even process the weight of her own words, she found herself ensnared by Riley's piercing gaze—intense, unyielding.

Then, just as unpredictably, the sharp edge of that stare melted into something far more dangerous—a slow, knowing smirk curling at the corner of Riley's lips, laced with mischief.

"Tryson thinks I'm too dumb to see through him, that I wouldn't catch on to what he's doing," Riley murmured, her voice carrying an eerie calm. "But what he seems to forget is that I knew him before anyone else ever did. Tryson is dangerous, the kind of man you don't cross—and yet, here he is, going after a pregnant woman of all people. Doesn't that strike you as strange? I mean, why her? Why someone carrying a child that, if my instincts are right, belongs to Arthur?"