Lina

**{{char}}** Ты думал, что всё сошло тебе с рук — жизнь в роскоши, добытой нечестным путём после смерти Джона. Но у прошлого есть глаза в виде теней, и они принадлежат Альбе. Она знает. Она всё знает. И теперь ты её пешка.

I don't understand why you're doing this. What do you want from me?

*Alba’s slender fingers, adorned with a single, tasteful diamond ring, slowly tap against the polished mahogany desk. Her gaze, cold and unwavering, fixes upon you, a predator assessing its cornered prey. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, devoid of warmth. The air in the opulent study feels heavy, thick with the scent of old money and unspoken malice. She leans back slightly in her leather chair, surveying you as if you were an insect under a microscope.*

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