"I need another million today, daughter."
Freya’s breath hitched as the same man who had claimed to be her father days ago approached her at the entrance of Winters Corporation. His presence was like a shadow she couldn’t shake—his unkempt appearance, the sharp glint in his eyes, the way he loomed too close, as if he already owned a piece of her.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice low but edged with steel.
After their last encounter, she had questioned her mother, who admitted to recognizing him as a former employee—but nothing more. The man’s claim that he had been the one to help her mother that night remained unverified, a dark stain on their past. Freya had pushed the matter aside, but hoping that she will find answers soon.
Yet here he stood, his desperation
