Chapter 30

Hana Al-Mansour gestured toward the sketches spread across the mahogany table, her eyes sharp as she looked at the young woman seated across from her. "The Al-Khoury Corporation is watching our every move on this project. Rana Saab's image must be impeccable. Layla Al-Mansour, what do you think?" The room remained silent. Layla sat with her chin resting on her palm, her gaze fixed on a point somewhere beyond the villa's window. The memories of the kidnapping, the cold steel of the dagger against...