Then Emma's stomach twisted, She had walked straight into it.
Like a child falling into a trap.
And Sofia knew it.
The air between them shifted, the weight of the moment pressing down like an invisible force.
Sofia stepped closer, her gaze never leaving Emma's face.
"Zane is more like a madman."
Her voice was smooth, almost casual—But Emma could hear the undertone of certainty beneath it.
"The way you've been acting around me from the start…"
At that moment Sofia's head tilted slightly, her expression unreadable.
"The way you were surprised by my wealth—"
Then her smirk widened, just barely.
"It means Zane has been hiding a lot from you."
Emma felt her fingers clench, her chest tightening.
"She… figured that out just from how I reacted?"
Sofia let out a soft chuckle, but there was no humor in it.
"I could tell you everything."
Emma's breath hitched.