Chapter 91

Christina's POV I stepped into Isobel's personal space, feeling Akira bristling. "Oh really? You're threatening me now? Come on, Isobel. It's 2025, not some werewolf territory war. What's your grand plan? Think your precious family's still going to clean up your mess? Still bail you out after everything you've done?" Her face flushed crimson, her breath coming in jagged bursts like she might explode any second. "Don't you dare talk to me like that!" she hissed, her raised voice drawing attention from nearby poolgoers. She glanced around, suddenly self-conscious about the scene she was creating, and lowered her tone. "Fine. How much do you want?" "I told you, I don't want your money. I want you to go to the police and confess. Own up to what you did." "Not happening," she said flatly. "Then we're done here." I turned and walked away. The party atmosphere continued around us, oblivious to our tense exchange. "We should have settled this years ago," Akira growled inside my head. "Not help