Stella's POV
I could still feel Phina's fury—hot, sharp, drilling into my back as if her gaze could carve holes in my spine.
She remained rooted to the spot, frozen with shock while I walked away without a backward glance.
Whether she returned or collapsed on the pavement was no longer my concern. I had far more important matters to settle.
I flagged down a taxi and slipped into the backseat. "Home Café," I said, clipped and cold.
The driver nodded in response and stepped down hard on the pedal, and the car shot forward.
Oswald's confirmation about backing out of the marriage…paired with Myth Technologies' contract as compensation signaled the beginning of the next phase of my plans.
For Prince Lucas, everything depended on securing the standard required. Only one thing remained: tell Oswald to prepare a revised proposal immediately. No loose ends.
I glanced at the clock on my wrist… there were still several hours left before nightfall… my shoulders sagged with relief.
