The salesgirl might be younger, prettier—but she was still just a minor character in Luka's endless parade. Not a real threat.
"Anya, you're right," Isla said, voice steadier. "This time… I misplayed it. I shouldn't have lost control. I shouldn't have made it so ugly."
"Don't worry. The people I hired to manage the narrative are very good. In three days, this will disappear from the internet."
She pulled Anya into a tight hug. "And you need to work harder too. Marry well. Make your mother proud."
If her daughter married into real power, Isla didn't believe Luka would dare humiliate her so openly again.
Anya understood exactly what her mother meant—yet Andres White's attitude toward her still left her cold.
She would never forget what happened on the cruise.
If she hadn't blurted out that she'd found the Shadow Healer's whereabouts, the person thrown into the ocean might've been her.
Whether Maeve lived or died, Anya didn't know.
All she knew was that when Maeve went overboard, Andres went after her without hesitation.
After Anya was rescued, she pulled every string she could to find out where Andres and Maeve had gone.
She hoped Maeve had sunk and never resurfaced.
And she hoped Andres had survived.
The White family was the strongest card Anya had managed to put in her hand. Without them, getting into the top circle meant starting over—paying, flattering, bargaining her way past gatekeepers all over again.
Left with no choice, Anya finally played her backup: Remi.
She called the main line at Azure Bay, the White family's estate.
Remi picked up, just as she'd expected. Anya swallowed her excitement and kept her voice calm.
"Is Mr. White home? He saved my life on the cruise. I'd like to thank him in person."
Remi had no guard up with her at all.
"Oh—Miss Morales. Mr. White isn't well. He's resting at home and won't be seeing visitors for a while."

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