Chapter 152

Laila’s POV

I couldn’t believe what had just transpired with Mr. Williams. The nerve of that man! He stood there, with that smug look on his face, as if he could intimidate me into submission. His arrogance was unbearable, but it wasn’t just that—there was something darker in his eyes, a hidden agenda, a lie that he believed he could pull over my eyes. But I was done being the naive little girl he had known. I wasn’t her anymore.

I could feel the heat rising within me, my fists clenched tightly as I stood there, face-to-face with him, watching his once-comfortable mask of authority slip away. He had no idea what was coming. The years of my father’s hard work, the legacy he had built, were not going to fall into the hands of a man like him. Not on my watch.

“You think you can just come in here and strip me of everything I’ve worked for?” Mr. Williams had scoffed earlier, his face red with frustration, veins popping on his forehead as his hands clenched at his