Leon didn’t leave the penthouse that evening.
He stood at the edge of his balcony, one hand gripping the railing, eyes fixed on the city lights. Lagos glittered beneath him—deceptively beautiful. Just like the people who wore masks during the day and plotted with knives at night.
Behind him, the file Talia had delivered lay open on the marble coffee table. Elias Tunde. His father’s oldest legal advisor. A man who had sworn loyalty to the Adeyemi family for over twenty years. The documents were clear: Elias had diverted trust funds, falsified estate records, and had signed off on shady transfers to offshore accounts that conveniently linked back to David Olorunfemi.
A two-faced bastard hiding behind a polished suit and a soft voice.
Leon’s jaw tensed.
Betrayal, again.
He had expected
