Chapter 242

Florida

“Laila, your scheme isn’t going to work,” Victor snarled as they approached the garage on the outskirts of the racetrack shortly before dawn the following day.

Her heart stopped. Had Victor already figured out she was playing him? “I do not know what you mean.”

He huffed. “This scam to take Geraldo Montilla’s Ferrari… If I want to unseat him, stealing his car does nothing except piss him off.”

She let out a silent sigh of relief that Victor hadn’t caught on to her ploy. “My plan will achieve everything you want while making him come to you—if you do not mismanage this. But in order to take down Montilla, you must first send him—and everyone—a signal that you are a force to be reckoned with. Stealing his most prized possession will do that. After all, he paid fifty million dollars for it.”

“Fucking insane.” Victor shook his head, as if he could not fathom spending that kind of cash on a mere car.

“The money for such toys will soon be yours.