His gaze locked onto mine, lips hooking into a cruel smirk. "Nora, I heard you do deep-sea salvage abroad?"
"Since you're so capable, go get it for her."
A blatant power play. Naked humiliation.
The late autumn water was cold enough to induce hypothermia in minutes, and the currents here were treacherous.
Evelyn tugged at Liam's sleeve, feigning concern. "Liam, forget it."
"If it's lost, it's lost. The water is too cold. Sister's body is weak—don't make her go."
Her mouth said *no*, but her eyes danced with anticipation.
"It's your wedding ring," Liam said coldly. "It must be found."
"Isn't she a professional? If she can't handle a little dip, what was she doing acting tough with fifty million dollars?"
I ignored their performance. Bent down and handed the child to my assistant.
Shed my coat, revealing the black wetsuit underneath.
"One condition."
I checked the oxygen tank, voice flat.
"I retrieve the ring; you destroy the DNA test on the spot. Unopened. From then on, the Farley family and I are even. This child has nothing to do with you."
Liam froze, then scoffed. "So eager to destroy it? You know the result will ruin you. Fine. I agree."