Forty-Five

Sophia's heels clicked against the floor of the three-star restaurant on the outskirts of town. Victoria and her daughters sat at the window, waiting for her.

Victoria and her daughter sat like royalty, their eyes cold, and their smiles oozed fakeness. If Sophia hadn't been trying to get rid of Iris, she would have sympathized with her because every member of her family despised her.

"Hello, darling," she said, offering Sophia a side hug. "How lovely to see you."

Sophia forced a smile and sat across from them. She studied the menu, pretending to be uninterested. Her daughters sipped their wine with shark-like eyes, though one of them was clearly sympathetic towards Iris because she was the one who kept asking if Adonis would spare her life.

The other wouldn't blink an eye if Iris died.

"I would like to thank you for everything, Victoria. Your assistance and timely response were impressive."

Victoria smirked and leaned against her seat. "It was necessary. Iris is my husband's only leg