Zara stood up and began pacing across the living room, arms folded tightly over her chest. Her bare feet made soft thuds against the tiled floor, her nerves twitching beneath her skin.
"I haven't had a wink of sleep since I saw it," she muttered, her voice strained. "I could end up dead... or in jail if I get caught with that gold."
Zavier sat on the couch, still staring at the video on her phone. He played it for the third time, as if he needed each frame to convince himself that what he was seeing was real.
"Help me out here, will you?" Zara snapped, pausing in her steps.
Finally, Zavier lifted his eyes to meet hers. His gaze was steady, but his voice carried a hint of disbelief. "Zara... do you have any idea what this means? You've probably just become the richest woman in the world."
