Glydon's POV
The file trembled in my hands, not because it was heavy but because suddenly... Everything made sense.
Or maybe nothing did.
I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, surrounded by stacks of documents I'd practically stolen from Vincent's study.
Rodriguez Van.
I had spent days chasing a ghost. A man I believed was pulling strings behind the scenes. A man I thought Vincent himself was hunting.
Then my eyes drifted to the marriage contract lying beside me again, I couldn’t understand why WH-117 was also written in my marriage contract. What security protocol was it pointing at?
"No..."
I whispered it before my brain could even process the thought.
The marriage contract.
The Rodriguez Van files.
It's the same code.
The same handwriting.
The same initials hidden b
