Ethan watched the video twice. Then tossed his phone on the desk.

“She flipped it. Again.”

Belinda poured herself whiskey. “She’s too composed. We need to strike where it hurts.”

“Her investors are still quiet.”

“For now,” Belinda said. “But what if we isolate them? Whisper she’s spending donor funds on her boyfriend? Lavish travel? Private jets?”

Ethan grinned. “Scandal by implication.”

“And I know someone,” Belinda added, “who can help us fan that flame.”

Three hours later, Alexander received an envelope.

It wasn’t mailed. It was hand-delivered by a private courier.

Inside — photos of Sophie entering his hotel room years ago, long before Phoenix. Before any of it...