Tina clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she stood on the empty street. The cold wind swept past her, but the storm raging inside her was far worse. Every word Noah had thrown at her replayed in her mind like a curse, and the humiliation of being exposed gnawed at her pride. She had spent years crafting the image of a perfect heiress, only for Lyla to strip it all away in a single night.
No—this wasn't over.
She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. Her assistant picked up on the second ring, his voice hesitant.
"M-Miss Knight... I—"
"Shut up and listen." Tina's voice was ice. "We're not done yet. Get me information—every single detail you can find on Lyla. There has to be something—something I can use to destroy her."
Her assistant hesitated. "Miss Knight, I told you before... Lyla isn't just some nobody. She's the real heiress. Even Mr. Anderson—"
