Chapter 164. What’s She Planning?

Isabel’s POV

I turn sharply to face Christine, my patience thinning like the last thread of a worn-out rope. “What do you mean our men weren’t able to get him? I thought you had his location already locked down? This was supposed to be a simple task. Get the man who plotted with Cynthia,” I say, pronouncing each word slowly, carefully, as if dragging them out will keep me from screaming.

Christine looks down, mumbling for what feels like the hundredth time, “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

I huff, flipping to the other side of the room, my arms folded tight across my chest. “It’s not about saying you’re sorry. This was supposed to be my chance to find evidence against Cynthia. To make her pay for everything. And now? We’ve lost him.”

My fists clench so hard my nails dig into my palm. I barely notice.