Marven still hadn’t let go of his pen. He only lifted it slowly, angled it toward the light, then said softly, “Your entry looks clean. The documents look legitimate. But unless I can verify the source, you’re just a salaried clerk who showed up late.”
Diana crossed her arms and circled Lucas once as if appraising the value of an object. “Your name is Lucas, right? Let me guess. He —” she gestured at Zeyan “— hired you? How much? A million? Five million? Or are you doing this because you’re in debt for medical bills and need to buy time?”
Lucas remained still. His face didn’t change.
Zeyan said nothing.
Elena lifted her head, eyes puzzled — she didn’t know this man. And more importantly, she didn’t understand why he had shown up at this exact moment.
Diana smiled. “I have to say, it’s
