Run? No.

Tiffany hadn’t followed in her father’s footsteps just to run away from situations like this.

Taking advantage of the chaos, she broke free from Henri’s grasp. In one swift motion, she retrieved the knife hidden in her boot and pressed it against his throat. Henri’s men immediately raised their weapons, but their hesitation was clear—they didn’t want to risk harming their boss.

“Tell your men to stand down,” she hissed in Henri’s ear, her voice sharp and ...