Starla's ruthlessness was on another level.
If his men had managed to tail Tanya covertly, he would at least know where she was. He could have gone after her! But now? His team had been intercepted. That meant finding her was going to be nearly impossible.
"Useless, all of you!" Darian erupted in a rare display of intense fury.
Now look at the mess: Yulisa was still missing, and he had completely lost Tanya.
It took him a full half hour to calm down enough to call Starla again.
"Can you let Yulisa go now?"
"Your men followed Tanya to the airport and my people intercepted them. You know about that, right?"
If he knew that and was still calling just to ask about Yulisa, there really were no words for how pathetic he was.
"We're obviously not in a position to negotiate about Tanya right now, are we?" Darian's tone had grown hostile. Tanya was a sore subject—why did Starla have to rub salt in the wound?
Starla scoffed. "Glad you're self-aware."
"Yulisa..."
"Flip the narrative," Starla interrupted before he could finish.
She hadn't gone through the trouble of grabbing Yulisa just to let her go so easily; she was going to squeeze every ounce of value out of this leverage.
"What did you say?"

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