Lyra's phone buzzed with a notification. A video file from Josh. She opened it discreetly under the table while the Covington family breakfast erupted into its usual chaos around her.
On screen, Orla and Julian Blackwood stood in what appeared to be an empty office. Their voices came through crystal clear.
"Nobody will ever know," Orla said, tossing her hair back. "It was seamless. You did your part, I did mine."
Julian nodded. "Just make sure you delete this footage, Josh. I don't need evidence of our little arrangement floating around."
"What are you doing?" Orla snapped, noticing the camera. "Are you recording this? Delete it. Now!"
The video ended abruptly. Lyra's eyes widened. This was explosive.
