Meanwhile, inside the private booth of the restaurant, Roseline and Ester sat across from each other, the air between them taut with unspoken hostility. Their gazes clashed—cold, sharp, and unyielding.
"I knew you'd come," Ester said calmly, leaning back in her chair with deliberate ease. A faint, mocking smile played on her lips. "I just didn't expect you to rush here so quickly. Looks like my warning worked after all, Roseline."
Roseline's fingers tightened around her glass. Fury burned behind her eyes, but she kept her expression composed. A woman like Ester was beneath her attention—or so she told herself. Yet the words Ester had spoken on the phone were impossible to ignore.
"You think far too highly of yourself," Roseline shot back. "I'm not here because you threatened me. I'm here to see what pathetic trick you're trying to pull next."
