Bab 13: I’ll change the course of events.

Gianna sneaked away and dialed a number. "Help me get an urgent appointment with Mr. Moore," she said as soon as the call connected. "Tell him I have a lucrative offer for him. One he won't want to miss."

She ended the call, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The plan was already in motion. Ava's downfall was just a matter of time if things went her way.

An hour later…

Gianna arrived at a luxurious restaurant. She removed her oversized goggles and wrapped her scarf elegantly around her head as she entered the restaurant and went straight to the private room, her high heels clacking against the gleaming marble floor.

Pushing open the grand double doors to the private room, she found herself standing before Mr. Moore—a man in his early thirties, lounging in a plush chair with a cigar hanging lazily from his lips. The room was thick with the pungent scent of tobacco.