Marven looked at the red envelope before him as if it were an old fax from the last century. No one rushed to open it. No one said anything for a few seconds — a strange silence, like the stillness before a burst of laughter.
And indeed, that was exactly what happened.
Reginald was the first to let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head toward Lucas as if he had just watched a bad performance.
“You think…” he drawled, “…some nobody, carrying a stack of files and a label from an ‘independent’ agency no one has ever verified, can walk in here and freeze an Alpha-level transaction worth hundreds of millions of USD?”
Lucas didn’t answer. The question wasn’t meant to be answered.
Marven still hadn’t removed his hand from the pen. He merely lifted it slowly, turning it toward the light, then
