ANASTASIA’S POV

“Anna, listen, how about we deal with this when I get back?” Nolan said from the other end of the call.

I stared at the screen for a moment before ending the call. Nolan’s voice still echoed in my head as I lowered the phone and handed it over to Ivan, who was standing next to me with his arms crossed.

I turned my eyes back to Clara.

I shook my head, my gaze fixed on her trembling form.

She was tied to a steel chair in the middle of the cold room. Her face was streaked with tears, a bruise forming on her cheek from the slap...