Julian pulled a sleek leather notebook from his bag, the professional click of his pen grounding the moment. He waited until the taillights of Elara's car vanished around the corner before looking back at Amara.
"Focus on me, Amara," he said, his voice a calm anchor. "If we're going to do this, we do it right. Elara Langford plays dirty, but she's predictable. She relies on Seb family's name to act as a shield."
Amara took a deep breath, the trembling in her fingers finally subsiding. "I don't care about her name anymore. She's taken enough from me."
Julian leaned in, his gaze intense and supportive. "Good. Then here is how we handle it. To sue her for damages, especially after everything she's put you through, we need to strike where it hurts: her reputation and her sense of security."
