Chapter 164

Allison's POV.

I watched Cecelia’s name flash on the screen, a coiled viper of malice and ambition, and I answered the call.

My voice carefully modulated to sound concerned and cooperative. I was the good colleague, the one who saw a problem and shared the intelligence.

But the moment she spoke, the facade cracked.

“Allison. Why are you sending me those ridiculous pictures?” Cecelia’s voice was sharp, laced with a familiar, acidic disdain. “Honestly, if you thought ...