The sound of a door slamming echoed through the Moore mansion, and Richard came into the living room with a grimace, veins bulging on his neck. The air seemed tense with his anger, and Claire and Maya, who had been chatting lightly on the plush sofa, froze.
Richard's voice broke the silence, sharp and jagged. "That guy works for Hargrave and Company!"
Claire turned to him, blinking and furrowing her brow. "Honey, who are you talking about?" she asked, her tone thick with confusion.
Maya lowered her eyes and clenched her jaw. She had seen her father angry many times, but this... this was different. The venom in his voice was reserved for one person. 'Evelina,' Maya thought. Her heart was pounding as she pieced it together. 'So, she works for Hargrave and Company... interesting.' A slow, calculating smile tugged at the corners of her lips as the realization set in.