Chapter 37

Tariq stood in the center of the living room, water dripping from his clothes onto the polished floor. He ignored the puddle forming at his feet and fixed his gaze on Hala Ghazi. The ridicule that had filled the room moments ago soured as he tilted his head, a thin, condescending smile playing on his lips. "I remember a conversation we had," Tariq said, his voice cutting through the lingering laughter. "I told you that if I could provide eight hundred thousand dollars, you would kneel down...