Chapter 1121

Anastasia already had her next move mapped out, but it was a show she couldn't pull off alone—she needed Herman in on it if she wanted it to work.

Right now, all she'd done was build the stage.

Herman leaned in, a spark of curiosity lighting his eyes. "So, what do you need your husband to do?"

Anastasia grinned, her tone playfully secretive. "I heard from Christen that someone on your team is a makeup wizard—even better than Christen herself. That's exactly who I need."

Herman's eyes flashed with understanding. He was quick on the uptake—after all these years together, they could practically read each other's minds.

He smirked. “You want me to find someone who can pass as your dad and test Sandy, right?"

"Exactly," Anastasia said. “The police at Nabb Mount said my dad's face was totally destroyed when he fell, so when Sandy went to identify the body, there's no way she dared to look closely. If you find someone to dress up as my dad and confront Sandy, it'll scare her—and maybe she'll slip up and say something."

"No problem," Herman replied easily. "I'll get it done tonight. Babe, you want to watch the show live?"

"You bet I do," Anastasia shot back. "I want to see how Sandy tries to talk her way out of this. I want to see just how dark her heart really is."

"Alright, let me make a call."

Night fell.

At Velvet Lounge, the music shook the walls, the DJ's beats thumping through the crowd.

Gorgeous women, sharp-dressed guys, a few muscleheads the dance floor was a blur of bodies moving under the lights.

Right in the middle of it all, with a bubblegum-pink wig, tiny shorts, and a skin-tight crop top, was Sandy.

Tonight, Sandy was nothing like her usual sweet, quiet self. It was like she had two sides—one cold and scheming, the other wild and electric.

She was the center of attention, every eye on her, her energy lighting up the whole place. Guys went crazy over her confidence and sex appeal.

Sandy soaked it up, loving every second in the spotlight.

In a dark booth tucked away from the chaos, Anastasia and Herman watched the scene unfold.

Anastasia was floored. "Well, would you look at that? I never knew Sandy had this side to her. And didn't she used to have a thing for you, darling?"

She stared as Sandy not only danced with every hot guy in sight, but also made the first move—bold, teasing, irresistible.

Every little glance, every flirty smile, every sassy move had the men around her eating out of her hand.

Herman took a calm sip of his whiskey. "Sandy's got a motive for everything she does. She's never genuine, won't ever be. For her, people are just tools—useful or useless. That's it."

After a steamy dance, Sandy headed back to her table with a new guy-drinking games, shots, and even sharing a smoke. She flicked her lighter with practiced flair, the whole thing straight out of a movie.

Anastasia leaned in. "Is your guy in place?"

"He's ready,” Herman replied. “Just need the right moment."

With all the bodies packed around Sandy and the music pounding, this wasn't the time to make a move.

They waited patiently for about half an hour, until Sandy slipped upstairs with another handsome stranger.

It was obvious what they were headed up there for.

Sandy had only had a few

drinks-she always kept her wits about her, never getting too wasted. But she was a pro at acting

drunk she could fake being tipsy, better than most people could

actually get.

Upstairs, her date wasted no time, hands wandering, eager for more.

Sandy didn't hold back, either. She never pretended about what she wanted—if she

wanted a man, she went for it.

Just as they reached the door to a

private room, a familiar voice cut through the noise behind her.. "Sandy! What are you doing here And dressed like that? Who is this guy? Look at yourself-what would people think?"

Sandy spun around, her face draining of color as she stared at the man in front of her.

She faltered, panic flickering in her eyes. "D-dad..."