Chapter 381

• Rafael and Dylan drove ahead in a sleek black Range Rover, leading the way through the quiet streets of the estate. Our car followed at a measured pace, the city lights casting long, golden reflections on the wet pavement.
• In the back seat beside me, Helen grasped my hand, her excitement barely contained.
• “I still can’t believe you actually got all the money back,” she said, her voice somewhere between admiration and disbelief. “Most people don’t see it, but I know Hazel. She plays the role of the polished philanthropist, but behind closed doors? She’s ruthless.”