Alexander was still staring at the blank screen, his breathing controlled but his hands trembling with barely suppressed rage, when Emily stepped away from him.
Not back. Not in fear.
Away, toward Uncle Li's laptop with the kind of purposeful stride that made Marcus unconsciously straighten to attention.
"Emily—" Alexander started, but she raised one hand, silencing him.
Silencing him. Her obsessive, controlling, all-powerful husband who commanded empires with a word. And the shock of it—the sheer audacity—actually made him stop talking.
Emily's mind was crystal clear, each piece of the puzzle she'd been quietly assembling for the past four months suddenly clicking into place with devastating precision. While Alexander had been consumed with protecting her, convinced she was the delicate vessel carrying his legacy, she'd been doing something he'd never expected.
She'd been learning his game.
