"You think pulling my legs out will make me bow?" she retorted, then clicked her tongue in disappointment. "Tch. Tch. You underestimate me. I'm just unleashing a bit of your private life until everything is revealed. Don't test me."
Zane let out a cold, dark snort. "You're playing with fire, Selina."
"Then burn alone, Zane. I intend to rise from the flames you think can scorch me."
Selina's voice was quiet, but it carried unwavering, lethal confidence—poised, controlled, impossible to ignore.
Her words hung in the air like a deafening bell, tightening a knot in his stomach at the reckless war she was waging.
"You'll regret this if you don't take down that article now," he warned, though it didn't faze Selina as she yawned lazily, deliberately.
"You talk too much, Mr Zane. Your time is up."
"Where are you, Se—"
The line cut abruptly.
Zane's eyes narrowed, dangerous mixed feelings coursing through him, as he glared at the screen.
"How dare she hang up on me?"
