Lola’s POV

For a moment, the room was silent.

Only the muffled music from the auction hall filtered through the walls.

Morgan stood across from me. His voice came low, calm, but with a sharpness underneath.

“What did you hear?”

The question hit like a jolt.

I froze.

He turned fully now, eyes cold, searching my face. “Tell me. What exactly did you hear, Lola?”

The tone wasn’t loud, but it carried weight, the kind that made my chest tighten.

“I…” My throat felt dry. “I ...