Dahlia's POV
"Trump card?" Lorena's bright eyes sparkled with intrigue as she studied my expression, searching for answers I wasn't ready to give.
I maintained my composure, offering only a subtle nod in response.
"What exactly are you planning?" Her brow furrowed with concern, though curiosity dominated her features.
"If I revealed everything now, it wouldn't be much of a trump card, would it?" I kept my tone deliberately vague.
Lorena's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "You're bluffing. There is no trump card, is there?"
"Would I dare deceive you?" I arched an eyebrow, reaching over to squeeze her hand reassuringly. "Think logically. If Isabelle actually succeeds in marrying Soren, we stand to lose five million dollars. Do you honestly believe I'd risk that kind of money without a solid backup plan?"
She hesitated, uncertainty flickering across her face like shadows.
