"What?" Caleb's voice was low but sharp, his brows drawing into a tight knot. The silence that followed felt heavier than it should.
"Yeah…" Naya exhaled shakily, leaning back against the edge of the table as if her legs no longer trusted her weight. "I called my secretary—just like he did. Nathan used the power of the card on him."
Caleb's jaw clenched.
"It was exactly as you warned me," she continued. "He didn't believe I wasn't trying to trick him. He suspected something, so he called my secretary—asked if I was the one who paid for the investment."
Her voice dropped lower, almost like she was ashamed of it.
"The man told him the money didn't come from me. I guess that's what set everything off. That's why he showed up at the hotel yesterday—probably after digging deeper into your finances to figure out where the money came from."
