Chapter 117

Rose stared at the laptop screen, a smile spreading across her face as she scrolled through the photographs. The yacht had been easy to find once Herod’s investigators had traced Alexander’s movements. Getting someone with a telephoto lens onto a nearby boat had been even easier.

“Perfect,” she whispered, zooming in on a particularly intimate image of Camille and Alexander on the deck of his yacht. Her sister, not that she deserved that title anymore, locked in an embrace with the billionaire, their kiss leaving nothing to the imagination.

The penthouse suite Herod had secured for her sparkled with morning light, illuminating dozens of photos and documents spread across the glass table. Three empty coffee cups testified to her sleepless night of preparation.

Her phone buzzed. Herod.

“Are you watching the financial news?” he asked without preamble.

“No,” Rose replied, still scrolling through the photos. “I’ve been busy with our little project.”

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