Lola’s POV

I refused to sit back down, refused to shrink under his gaze like the other girls did.

Instead, I took a slow step forward, matching his stare.

“I can make you more money than whatever you plan to sell me for.”

Sergei raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“You think I’m just another girl, but I’m not. I know things. I know people.”

He chuckled. “And what people would those be? The ones who refused to take your calls when you and Robert went crawling for help?”

I swallowed the bitterness in my throat. “I know what Robert thinks. I know his weaknesses.”

Sergei hummed, tapping a finger against his...