Chapter 137

Laila’s POV

The tension in the air was almost palpable as I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Clara’s words from earlier still echoed in my mind, her paranoia about the loan, her relentless warnings that things could spiral out of control. She had been restless, pacing my office like a caged lioness, her eyes darting with worry.

“Clara,” I had said, my tone firm but calm, “you need to trust me on this. I anticipated this mess a long time ago. That’s why I insisted on installing the CCTV cameras. It’s all under control.”

She wasn’t convinced, not entirely. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowing deeper as she leaned against my desk. “Ms. Lila,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, “you’re always so composed, but this... this could ruin everything.”

I had smiled at her then, a small, knowing smile. “Clara, you worry too much. Sometimes, you have to let people dig their own graves.”

The police had arrived soo