As Zara drove back to the company, she couldn't stop replaying her conversation with Clement.
Her own threat scared her now.
She didn't know what kind of person Kaka truly was. And now she'd challenged Clement, claiming she would be worse?
"Oh God, help me," she gasped, gripping the wheel tighter to steady her racing heart.
If she needed answers about Kaka, she had to talk to her father.
She glanced at her watch. It was almost noon. Too early—Henry wouldn't be home yet.
"I'll go after work," she muttered.
But just as she tried to breathe, her mind drifted back to Clement's offer. It was too tempting.
The thought of never having to worry about losing her children—it was enough to make her want to say yes.
But what exactly did he want in return? He'd said it was something small.
"It can't be the house," she mumbled. "Then what the hell does he want?" she snapped, slapping the steering wheel.
