The bodyguards were clearly not your average security detail. Each one was highly trained, moving with the precision you'd expect from Abraham's crew, assigned to shadow Joy.
For the time being, they were all caught up, unable to maneuver freely.
Joy took in the scene with a smug little grin. Did Selena really think she could break through their ranks? Wishful thinking!
Yet, she'd underestimated Selena's grit. Most folks would've buckled under the pressure by now, but not Selena. She was still standing strong.
Looks like it was time for Joy to play her ace in the hole.
In a swift move, Joy sidled up to Selena, wrapping an arm around her and whispering words only meant for the two of them.
"Selena, haven't you been digging to find out who's pulling Yasmine's strings? Well, here it is—it's me."
"I'm the one who coached her, who made her pose as Everett's beloved, who orchestrated the fire to earn Everett's pity. All to drive a wedge between you and Everett, forcing your hand to divorce him."
Selena's breath hitched, and she tried to shove Joy away, but Joy clung on fiercely.
"While we're at it, let me spill a bit more."
"Remember that car crash when you were carrying Mateo? It wasn't some freak accident, nor was it Margot's doing. It was me. I planned it all, hoping you'd both perish."
"But, darn it, you got lucky. You survived, Mateo too, giving you a shot to turn the tables."
"But who cares? The one who gets the last laugh wins."
"And that someone will be me."
Selena's face went ghostly pale.
So, Joy had been scheming from the get-go.
Selena had confided in Joy about everything, without holding back a single secret.
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