Chapter 142

• Delilah stepped out of her black car with ease and elegance, dressed in tailored black trousers and a cream fitted blouse that complimented the curve of her waist. Her heels clicked against the cobblestone driveway of Elder Donato’s mansion.
• A warm afternoon sun lit the air, but the mood was anything but sunny.
• Behind her, one of her bodyguards followed closely, holding a modest cake box with white frosting designs and a subtle satin ribbon. To the unsuspecting eye, it looked like a simple gesture. But this was Delilah—nothing she did was simple.