As the Aron brothers spoke among themselves, deep in thought about their next move, the shrill ring of the phone sliced through the tension in the room like a blade. It wasn't just any phone—it was the landline. The one only a few people had access to, making its sudden ringing ominous.
Everyone turned to look at each other, their expressions tight with suspicion. They knew this phone was linked to Esme's dealings, and nothing good ever followed its ringing. Esme, however, only smiled. That same, cold, knowing smile that sent shivers down their spines. Her eyes flicked toward the phone, her amusement barely concealed.
"See?" she said softly, her voice lilting with an almost playful undertone.
