Leah's lips curled into a predatory smirk, sharp and cold as ice. "I asked around before coming here, Anastasia," she said, her voice smooth but carrying the weight of a threat. "You're just a jewelry designer and a single mother. Even if you worked your claws off for the rest of your life, you'd never earn ten million."
I felt the low growl of my wolf stir inside me, a heat rising in my chest that demanded I assert my territory. I straightened my shoulders, letting my instincts flare. "I'm not here for money," I said, letting each word land like a paw on the ground. "You need to stop using your wealth to intimidate others. Take your money and leave. If you care for Nigel, that's between you and him—don't drag me into this." My gaze locked onto hers, sharp, unyielding.
