Marco sat at his oak desk in the sprawling library, his fingers lightly tapping the polished surface.
The room was dimly lit, with a single lamp casting a golden hue over the dark wood and leather-bound books lining the shelves.
A man stood before him, stiff and slightly nervous—Felix, the ever-efficient right eye of Marco’s operations.
Marco’s sharp gaze lifted to Felix, signaling him to speak.
"Just as you ordered, I got some information about the fire incident," Felix began, his voice calm but cautious. "It occurred due to a gas leak in the kitchen."
Marco leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing. "And who’s behind the gas leak?"
Felix blinked, clearly caught off guard. "Who?"
A muscle in Marco’s jaw tensed as he regarded Felix coolly. "It isn’t possible for the gas to suddenly
