Kylie’s POV.

Flora kneels before me, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please, Anne, don’t report me to the clients,” she begs, her voice trembling. “If they find out, everything I own will be ruined. You can’t do this to me.”

I look down at her, a cold smile playing on my lips. “Oh, Flora, you think you can just beg for mercy, and I’ll let you off the hook?” I shake my head slowly. “You’re pathetic. You should have thought about the consequences ...