Papers were scattered all across the floor.
James scrambled to grab a sheet, his hands shaking with panic.
It was a faded old copy of a bank transaction record.
The transfer date stamped right there? Ten years ago.
The payer was an account registered under the alias, Victor Porter.
And the receiver? It was James.
Amount, one million.
The color drained from James's face instantly, leaving it ashen and gray. He looked worse than a corpse.
The slip of paper slipped from his numb fingers and fluttered down to land on the floor.
"Emma… w-what… what is this supposed to mean?"
His voice shook so badly it was almost unrecognizable, a pathetic attempt to hide the crippling fear gnawing at his chest.
I stared at him coldly, a sharp, mocking smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
"Playi
