~LAYLA~
The villa was quiet, but the atmosphere was anything but peaceful.
I sat on the sofa, the old photograph of my mother spread out on the coffee table in front of me. I had been staring at her face for two hours now, trying to find the cracks in Pennyworth's story, and convince myself this was all some elaborate scam.
But I couldn't find any flaws. She looked exactly like me that it was undeniable.
Axel was on the terrace, pacing around. He had been on the phone with Tye for almost two hours. I could hear snippets of his voice carrying through the open door.
"I don't care what time it is there... wake him up... yes, I need the Interpol files too... check the financials... I want to know who stands to lose money if she shows up... dig into everything."
