I could no longer seek revenge. Instead, I was here, begging Lyon for help. My heart simmered with indignation and resentment. Like Rebecca, I loathed Lyon.

If it wasn't for Lyon, Rebecca and I wouldn't have had to torment each other, and the Preston Group wouldn't have ended up as it is now.

Lyon's gaze remained indifferent. He was unconcerned, no trick of empathy on his face. From the moment I chose to assist Rebecca in scheming against Sofia, we were no longer friends.

"When you were assisting Rebecca, you did not appear to recall our friendship," Lyon said icily.

I stiffened, my face draining of color.

"L-Lyon, I have...