ISABELLA'S POV:
The atmosphere at home was quite tensed but determined. Michael sat at the dining table, a laptop open before him as he reviewed the latest findings from our investigator. I stood by the window, my arms crossed as i stared out into the night.
"She's unraveling," Michael said, breaking the silence. "The more desperate she becomes, the more mistakes she'll make."
I turned to him, my expression serious. "That doesn't make her any less dangerous. If anything, it makes her more unpredictable."
Michael nodded. "We'll need to stay ahead of her. The investigator has already flagged a few of her recent moves—questionable transactions, meetings with shady figures. If we can link her actions to anything illegal, we'll have the leverage we need."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I just want this to be over. Every day, it feels like we're waiting for the next bomb to drop."
