Loiz wasn't one to wait in the shadows for long. She thrived on chaos and control, and Susan was quickly becoming a thorn in her side.
During a gala event hosted by Cruz Oil to celebrate a new partnership, Loiz made her move. Draped in an elegant black gown, she arrived fashionably late, drawing every eye in the room. Her entrance was calculated, and her target was clear.
As Susan mingled with the guests, Loiz approached, her smile sweet but her intentions venomous.
"Susan, darling," Loiz purred. "You look lovely tonight. Such a shame you're stuck dealing with all these business types. I'm sure you miss simpler times."
Susan didn't flinch. "I've always enjoyed a challenge," she replied smoothly. "Though I doubt you'd understand."
Loiz's eyes flashed with irritation, but she quickly masked it. "Oh, I understand more than you think. Especially when it comes to Sanchez."
Before Susan could respond, Sanchez appeared, his presence commanding. He immediately sensed the tension and placed a protective hand on Susan's back.
"Loiz," he said curtly. "This isn't the time or place."
Loiz's smile turned brittle. "Of course, Sanchez. But remember, some things are worth fighting for."
As she walked away, Susan turned to Sanchez. "She's not going to stop, is she?"
"No," Sanchez said, his voice steady. "But neither will we.