Isabella adjusted the sleek black dress as she stepped out of the car, the city lights reflecting in the tinted windows. The rooftop gala was in full swing, filled with politicians, socialites, and the elite who pretended they weren't tangled in Mercer's web.
Elise Laurent was here. And tonight, she would make a choice—stay under Mercer's control or take the way out Isabella was about to offer.
The Approach
Alexander's voice came through her earpiece. "She's at the bar. Alone."
Isabella's lips curled. Perfect.
She moved through the crowd with practiced ease, ignoring the whispers and stolen glances from men who thought money gave them power. They had no idea what real power looked like.
At the bar, Elise Laurent sat poised with a glass of champagne, her diamond bracelet glinting under the lights. Her expression was calm, but her fingers tapped against the stem of her glass—a nervous habit.
Isabella slid onto the stool beside her. "You look like someone in desperate need of an escape."
Elise turned, surprised. Then, recognition flickered in her eyes. "Isabella Romano. I was wondering when you'd come."
So, she wasn't clueless. Good.
A Dangerous Proposal
Isabella lifted a brow. "I take it you know why I'm here."
Elise swirled her champagne, watching the bubbles rise. "You want Mercer's empire to fall. You think I'm your key to making that happen."
Straight to the point.
"I know you're siphoning money," Isabella said softly. "I know you want out. I can give you that."
Elise exhaled, setting her glass down. "And what do you get?"
Isabella leaned in. "Everything Mercer is hiding."
Elise hesitated, glancing toward the security stationed near the exits. The weight of her choice was written all over her face.
Then, her jaw tightened. "If I help you, I need protection. Full immunity. No loose ends."
Isabella smirked. "Done."
Elise studied her, as if searching for any cracks in the offer. Then, with a slow nod, she extended her hand.
"Then we have a deal."
Isabella shook it, sealing the fate of Adrian Mercer.
From across the room, Alexander watched, his expression unreadable. The game had officially begun.