The boardroom at LeoTech was a battleground now, not of bullets and fists, but of legacy, truth, and the slow-burning war that had been Ava's life for years.
Liam stood at one end of the room, jaw tight, eyes shadowed with the weight of what he'd just learned. Beside him, Ava's stance was iron-strong, regal even, as though she was no longer just Ava Leo but something more a reckoning in heels and velvet.
Sophia Drake sat at the other end, unbothered as she sipped champagne like she wasn't cornered. Her eyes were sharp and smiling, as if all of this, her empire unraveling, her sins being peeled open, was merely a mild inconvenience.
"You think it's over?" Sophia said, her voice like silk threaded with venom. "Because you brought the past into this room?"
Ava didn't flinch. "The past is the reason this company exists. Built on blood. On lies. On my mother's corpse."
