“Who took this photo?”
Revaldo stared at his phone screen, eyes blazing. His fingers gripped the edge of the glass table so tightly his knuckles turned white. On the screen, Vania and Devandra stood close together in an old warehouse, their eyes locked, hands nearly touching.
“I told you to keep an eye on her—not to let her go on a date in public!” he barked at one of his men standing stiffly by the wall.
“We didn’t know who she was meeting, Sir. But we managed to get this shot before they left,” the man replied nervously.
Revaldo narrowed his eyes. “Get out.”
As the man exited, Revaldo sat down, staring long and hard at the photo. A burning sensation spread from his chest up to his neck. He took a deep breath, trying to contain his rage.
“So you're still choosing him… Devandra.” His
