Llara's voice cut through the room like a blade.
"Don't be stupid, Dora! Realistically, you don't even know who this man is!"
The words hit hard, sharper than Dora expected, even though she knew Llara wasn't wrong. There was no softness in her tone, no attempt to cushion the truth. Llara had always been like this—brutally honest when it mattered most.
"Have you forgotten the video you had on him?" Llara continued, her voice lowering but growing more intense. "You said it yourself. Billionaires don't amass that kind of money without getting blood on their hands."
She moved closer as she spoke, her steps deliberate, her presence almost overwhelming. It felt less like concern and more like a final warning, as though she were making sure Dora couldn't look away, couldn't pretend not to hear.
"Don't overreach," Llara said firmly. "It's not worth it."
