The sparsely furnished room echoed with the slow ticking of a clock as the assistant methodically pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase—dossiers on the woman in question.
"The woman cracked under pressure," the assistant said. "Someone approached her, promising a U.S. green card if she tricked Mrs. Radiance to the villa."
Carlos scanned the files, his eyes burning with cold fury—he tolerated no betrayals. "Tch. Someone with trashy behavior like her thinks she deserves to live in America?"
The assistant frowned, perplexed. After all, countless people spent years chasing that very dream—especially a single mother. But crossing Carlos? That never ended well. So far, she hadn’t revealed the mastermind behind the scheme.
"Tell her this," Carlos growled, voice dripping venom. "That
