บททั้งหมดของ My Ruthless Mafia Saviour : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

Morning came grey and quiet over the estate, the storm from the night before finally settling into a thin, steady drizzle against the windows. Liana wandered the halls in search of something to occupy her mind, anything to keep her from replaying the informant's confession over and over, the image of Emily's name attached to a truth she never could have imagined.She passed the kitchen on her way to the sitting room and stopped mid step.A woman stood near the counter, sleeves rolled up, arranging a tray of dishes with the practiced efficiency of someone who had done the same task a thousand times before. Something about the set of her shoulders, the careful way she moved, struck Liana as familiar in a way she couldn't immediately place.Then the woman turned, and their eyes met, and every ounce of color drained from her face."Mara," Liana breathed.The woman froze for exactly one second before dropping the tray she was holding and bolting toward the back door, dishes shattering agai

Liana's eyes scanned the headline twice before the words fully settled into place.HAYES HOLDINGS SEEKS STRATEGIC PARTNERSHIPS AMID LEADERSHIP TRANSITION.Beneath it, a shorter line explained the rest, that in the wake of recent losses, the company was reaching out to select corporations for potential alliances, hoping to stabilize investor confidence after months of instability. Liana's stomach turned reading her own name mentioned in the article, reduced to a footnote about "recent losses," as though her death had simply been an inconvenience to shareholders."They're panicking," Oliver said, taking the phone back from her, his eyes still scanning the article. "Grace has been running the company quietly for months, but this is the first time she's had to actually ask for help publicly. That means the cracks are already showing more than she wants people to see.""What does that mean for us," Liana asked.Oliver's expression shifted, something calculating settling behind his eyes. "I

The ballroom at Hayes Holdings glittered under crystal chandeliers, every surface polished to catch the light, waiters moving silently between clusters of guests with trays of champagne balanced on steady hands. Liana sat near the back of the room at a private table, the golden mask fixed carefully over the upper half of her face, her gown a deep, elegant navy that caught the light without drawing too much of it toward her.She had arrived alone, exactly as the plan required, slipping into the room quietly while the rest of the guests mingled, careful not to draw attention before the moment demanded it. Her heart hammered steadily beneath her composed exterior, every breath measured, every movement deliberate, the way she'd practiced in front of the mirror the night before.Conversations rose and fell around her in low, polished murmurs, the particular kind of chatter that belonged only to rooms full of people who had never once worried about money. Liana watched it all from behind th