Alon's expression turned dark in an instant. He didn't even hang up the call before commanding his assistant to scrub every photo and video off the internet.
But on the other end, Lyra was the picture of calm.
"No need to rush," she said with a cool, almost casual tone. "I've got plenty more where that came from." She ignored the fury twisting Alon's features as she added, "How about I show you your sister's dazzling performance next?"
Lyra always knew exactly where to hit to cause the most damage.
Alon's gentlemanly mask slipped away. His face hardened. "Do you even understand what you're playing with? You think just because you're hiding out in the military academy, you're untouchable?"
Lyra's voice remained relaxed, as if they were chatting about something mundane. "I'm well acquainted with the power of the Mendez family," she said, her tone unshaken despite the weight of her words. "But all that footage? It's already with the Voidstar pirates."
