'If I could just drag her out… make her kneel…' the thought crept into his mind.
Just as he was drowning in these thoughts, one of his subordinates stepped forward cautiously.
"I… have a suggestion, if you're willing to hear it," the man said, his voice measured.
Ian's gaze shifted toward him, sharp and piercing.
The man was Robert Hill, one of the most capable individuals he had recruited. Ian gestured impatiently. "Speak."
Robert inclined his head slightly. "Ivy will never help us willingly. Her hatred runs too deep," he stated calmly.
"If we want her to concede, we need leverage… something that forces her hand."
Ian frowned, his brows knitting together.
"If it were that simple, I would have done it long ago," he replied coldly.
'I already know this… but how do I even make it happen?' he thought, irritation flickering in his eyes.
Robert's eyes glinted faintly. "Recently, I came into contact with a group… individuals who might be able to help you."
