“Do they know we’re behind this?”

The question slipped from Clarissa’s lips as she sipped warm tea inside a luxurious suite, far from the media spotlight.

Selena leaned back on a leather sofa, eyes locked on the tablet screen showing the distribution map of Evelyn’s diamonds. “No. Because you’ve played it clean. Her distribution line is clogged at customs, and all your documents are under proxy companies. Good.”

Clarissa gave a faint smile, though unease still flickered in her eyes. “But Evelyn recovered too fast. Even when her old gallery burned, she didn’t falter.”

“You need to understand something,” Selena whispered, crossing her legs gracefully. “Someone like Evelyn can’t be...