Zara swallowed hard, her pulse hammering as she wiped a damp palm against her pants, trying to steady herself.
She wasn't sure to what extent her father knew so the only thought running through her mind was,
'Play it cool.'
"W-what are you talking about?" She forced a stiff smile, her voice wavering
Henry turned, his sharp eyes locking onto hers, studying every expression on her face.
"Proxy fight and internal sabotage."
Zara's throat dried.
"Do you really think that's the strategy he wanted to use?"
A chill swept through her, prickling her skin.
'He knows.'
Not just about Quinn Group's struggles. Not just about the sabotage.
'He knows about Ace.' she panicked, her grip tightening around her wide-legged pants for support.
"D—Dad, I…"
"Thank you."
The words stopped her breath.
Before she could process them, Henry stepped forward, taking her trembling hand in his. His touch was uncharacteristically gentle, his thumb tracing slow, thoughtful circles over her knuckles.
