Page 73 of In A Mood For Mr. Wrong

Isabella rolls her eyes. “Because it was garbage. The script was awful, the director was a hack, and the leading man had the charisma of a wet sponge.”

Cassian smirks. “So, naturally, she sought revenge.”

“Naturally,” Isabella says dryly. “She’s petty like that.”

I tilt my head. “Wait. So youalreadyhave dirt on Eleanor?”

Isabella flashes a devious smile. “Oh, honey. I havefolders.”

Cassian chuckles. “This isdelightful.”

Grayson exhales, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “So, what? You’re going to leak damaging stories about her?”

Isabella shrugs. “Only if you want me to. I can also plant a few well-placed rumors, or…” she pauses, then grins. “Or Icouldgive an exclusive interviewabout what it’sreallylike to work with Eleanor Montgomery.”

Cassian whistles low. “Oh, that’s evil. I love it.”

I exchange a glance with Grayson. He’s considering it, his mind already calculating the fallout.

“This could work,” he says slowly. “If Isabella gives an interview painting Eleanor as manipulative and deceitful, it reinforces the idea that her wholePerfectly Matchedtakeover is self-serving.”

I nod. “And if we time it right, it’ll hit just before the board vote, making them second-guesseverythingshe’s been feeding them.”

Cassian grins, looking pleased. “Well, isn’t this justdeliciouslymessy?”

Grayson sighs. “You enjoy this too much.”

Cassian smirks. “Of course I do. There’s nothing quite like watching a perfectly laid trapsnapshut.”

Isabella tilts her head at him. “You know, Ihateto admit it, but youarekind of good at this.”

Cassian places a hand over his chest in mock emotion. “Darling, that’s the closest thing to a compliment you’ve ever given me.”

She smirks. “Don’t get used to it.”

I roll my eyes but can’t help smiling. Somehow, despite the high stakes and the threat Eleanor poses, this absurd dynamic between them isweirdlyentertaining.

Grayson shakes his head. “Alright. Isabella, if you’re serious about this, we need to be strategic. Olivia, set up a media contact for an exclusive. We’ll need to prep talking points.”

Olivia nods, already typing. “I’ll make sure it gets picked up by the right outlets. If Isabella goes public with this, it needs to reach thebiggestaudience possible.”

I turn back to Isabella. “Are you sure you want to do this? Eleanor is ruthless. If she thinks you’re a threat, shewill retaliate.”

Isabella waves a hand dismissively. “Please. Eleanorwishesshe could ruin me. I survived Hollywood. A corporate ice queen doesn’t scare me.”

Cassian chuckles. “Oh, this is going to befun.”

Grayson stands, adjusting his cuffs. His blue eyes gleam with something dangerous, somethingdetermined.

“We hit her from every angle,” he says. “Financially. Publicly. Politically.”

I smile. “We take everything from her.”

Cassian sighs happily. “Now this is entertainment.”

Isabella stretches, looking entirely too relaxed for someone about to launch a full-scale media war. “Alright, then. Let’s go ruin Eleanor’s life.”

Grayson smirks, glancing at me. “Remind me again why we keep them around?”

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