That smile spreading across Coco's face sent a chill down Seraphine's spine. She couldn't quite decipher its meaning, but something about it felt predatory, hungry.
It was like the more Coco chatted with Seraphine, the more she wanted to possess her, to take everything that belonged to her, her face, her husband, her life. The greed in those borrowed eyes was unmistakable, a bottomless pit that could never be filled.
Coco was certain that if she had Voren, she could end up with billions. That was why Seraphine easily threw twenty million at her without blinking.
The woman saw dollar signs, saw a future of luxury and power that she could never achieve on her own. "Fifty million for that information," she retorted, her tone casual, as if she were ordering a cup of coffee.
Seraphine's gaze darkened dangerously, her eyes narrowing to slits. The exhaustion still pulled at her, but the fury burning in her chest cut through the fatigue like a blade.
