The Doc heard his sarcasm. But instead of getting angry, she looked… amused. Genuinely amused, like someone watching a street magician try to impress her with a worn-out trick.
A slow smile tugged at her lips.
"I've heard the heir of the Aron family is someone who rules over the business world in this city," she began, her tone smooth as silk and laced with irony. "At first, I thought—spectacular. But now…"
She took a step forward, her heels echoing faintly against the floor, and stopped just close enough to let her shadow fall over him. Her gaze dropped slightly, looking down at him—glaring straight into his eyes.
"I can see now that not every rumor should be trusted."
Her voice dipped lower, the playfulness gone, replaced by something sharper—cool, practiced.
"You know, I've dealt with more than a thousand people like you. People who think they're smarter, people who think they can read me, rile me up, stall me. So don't think I don't see through what you're doing."
