The entire lounge of Lagrimas Tower fell silent when Ysabel arrived. The soft click of her heels echoed like a hammer striking the conscience of anyone who heard it. With every step she took, the air seemed to grow heavier, and even the cold air-conditioning couldn’t dissolve the tension in the room.

She was greeted by executive assistants who immediately bowed their heads. It wasn’t out of respect—it was more like an instinct, the kind that makes you bow when a storm passes by and you ...