Chapter 40

Yasmin smoothed her dress, her gaze lingering on the retreating forms of those she had just rebuked. She turned back toward Tariq Al-Khoury, her expression shifting from sharp disdain to a saccharine, eager mask. "Tariq Al-Khoury, I didn't do anything wrong just now, right?" Yasmin asked, her voice dipping into a sweet, seeking tone. She leaned slightly toward him, eyes searching his face for any sign of approval. Omar Al-Mansour's secretary stood a few paces back, her mouth clamped shut...