Chloe didn’t look back as she stepped out of the warehouse.

The metal door slammed shut behind her, echoing once before the sound died. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t slow. She walked straight to her car, slid into the driver’s seat, and adjusted the mirror calmly.

Her reflection stared back at her, perfect hair, flawless makeup, not a crack in sight.

No guilt.

No hesitation.

“Soon,” she murmured, lips curving as the engine came to life, “it will all be mine.”

The warehouse shrank in her rearview mirror as she drove away.

The moment Chloe stepped into the house, Gregory’s voice cut through the silence.

“Did she say where she...