After Morris left, Toby looked ready to blow his top.
"Think you've won? This game isn't even close to over. Someday, I'll watch you crawl and beg!" Toby muttered through gritted teeth.
Kirk saw Toby's phone buzz and passed it over.
Toby's face darkened as he scanned the message.
"What's Isobel doing in Veridia? She should've stayed put in Marcel," Toby grumbled.
Toby shot Kirk a look that screamed 'Are you seriously this dense?'
Kirk thought it over before responding, "Maybe the Welch Group keeps their secrets at the family compound."
Toby's expression brightened—his mood clearly lifting as the thought took hold.
Night blanketed the Watson Villa, its windows glowing against the darkness.
Moonlight streamed through the massive windows, blending with the indoor lighting.
Tension filled the living room.
Irvin slumped on the couch, palms pressed to his temples. Darius wore a grim expression while Pauline quietly dabbed at her tears.
