Elijah's pov ;
As I strode into the office, my eyes immediately fell on Vanessa, perched in her chair with a smug smirk playing on her lips. My jaw clenched at the sight of her, my blood boiling with anger that threatened to spill over. But I forced myself to remain calm as I approached her.
"Vanessa," I said, my voice steady but cold. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Don't play dumb, Elijah," she sneered, gesturing to her bandaged hand. "You know exactly why I'm here. How dare you have my charges dropped?"
I ignored her words, my eyes fixed on her injured hand. The urge to throttle her for all the pain she had caused Ash surged within me, but I pushed it down. "What do you want from me, Vanessa? Money? Deals? Companies? Name your price and I'll make it happen."
Her smirk widened, revealing her true colours. "Now we're talking." She crossed her legs, her gaze glinting with satisfaction. "But I don't want any of those things."
