They are coming for Andrine

Arisha paused mid-step, her body tensing as Seraphina’s raised voice echoed down the hallway. She ducked behind a corner, her heart pounding. She didn’t want to eavesdrop, but something in Seraphina’s tone—sharp and mocking—compelled her to stay.

“Where the hell are you?” Seraphina snarled, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. Her face was twisted with anger, her eyes blazing.

Maximilian’s voice came through the line, faint but audible. “I’m at the Holland mansion. Why?”

Seraphina’s lips curled into a sneer. “Do you know where your girlfriend Andrine is right now?” she hissed, her voice dripping with contempt.

There was a pause, and then Maximilian replied, sounding bored. “She’s sleeping. In Holland Villa. Why are you—?”

Seraphina’s laughter filled the hallway, cold and mocking. “You fool!” she jeered, her voice rising. “You’re too busy playing babysitter to that brainless Alora, and here the Rodriguez family has already whisked away your girlfriend from right under your nose.”