But behind the cover of his loose, white silk sleeves, his fingers traced the edge of the wood, and a slow, dangerously beautiful smile spread across his lips.
'She is absolutely magnificent,' Samuel thought, his chest humming with a dark, exhilarating warmth.
Most women in the capital would have panicked upon hearing about a lethal poison tied to their family name. They would have rushed to the authorities or blindly burned the inventory in a fit of paranoia. But Heena? She had instantly understood his silent strategy, seamlessly adapted to the environment, and delivered a flawless, Oscar-worthy performance to sell the lie to the hidden spies in the walls.
She wasn't just a military heir; she was a predator who knew exactly how to play the game.
Slowly, Samuel lowered the clipboard.
