"Make sure she understands that. Because if she doesn't, I'll turn her into a shish-kebab. And let me tell you this, if she becomes a target then that's it. It's up to you, Michel. We won't try to protect her if she doesn't want to live under our roof anymore."

"God. She recorded us." Michel stared at Charles with angry eyes, a voice mixed with venom.

Charles ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head again.

"And we had this conversation in the office. She must have been ...