The council chamber fell into dead silence once more.
The assembled members wore varied expressions, but the atmosphere had grown even more frigid than before.
Margaret observed the scene with mounting anxiety, her fingers clutching nervously at the hem of her dress.
Had Tyler properly disposed of the incense as they'd planned?
If any trace of it were discovered now, neither of them would escape unscathed.
Her gaze flickered involuntarily toward Tyler, who met her worried look with a faint, reassuring glance.
Everything unfolding in this room had been orchestrated by Camilla—he was certain there would be no slip-ups.
Yet Tyler narrowed his eyes in quiet contemplation.
But why would Camilla go to such lengths?
If her goal was merely to deal with Sandra, she could have chosen countless other methods.
Why opt for one that ultimately worked in his favor?
It certainly couldn't be out of kindness, deliberately giving him a helping hand in passing.
