Chapter 108

Author's POV Meanwhile, across the city… Selene—Sylvia's sister—sat back in a velvet armchair. One stiletto dangled from her toes, swinging slow. She looked bored. Unbothered. Across from her, the private investigator laid out the details with the precision of someone who charged by the hour. "She showed up at Alpha Vargas's company. Got shut down at the front desk. No appointment, no access. You should've seen her face," he added, lips twitching into something dangerously close to a smile. "Utter devastation." Selene's eyes lit up like Christmas morning. "Did you get photos?" she asked, already halfway leaning forward. Her voice was too eager, too sweet. The kind of tone predators use when they're circling wounded prey. The PI raised a brow. "Standard protocol, ma'am." "Then hand them over," she demanded, snatching the envelope from his hand before he could blink. Her fingers trembled—not from fear, but from anticipation—as she pulled out the glossy prints. There she was. Sylvia freak