Chapter 89 Oversight

And as she lay in the darkness, plotting her next move, she knew that her ascent to the pinnacle of her family's hierarchy was inevitable. 

For she was a master of her craft, a predator in a world of prey, and nothing would stand in her way as she carved out her own destiny with ruthless precision.

"Hmmm?" The woman's languid gaze flickered with curiosity as she sensed a subtle disruption in the air, a discordant note in the symphony of her thoughts. 

It was as if a shadow had fallen across the sun-drenched landscape of her daydreams, casting doubt upon the idyllic scene she had constructed in her mind.

Normally, at this hour, the room would have been alive with the primal rhythms of passion—the heady scent of desire mingling with the soft sighs of pleasure, the urgent whisper of silk against skin. 

But today, there was only silence—a palpable absence that seemed to hang in the air like a heavy shroud.