Julia was just about to reach the door when—
“Stop right there,” Richard’s voice boomed like thunder.
The command echoed through the office like a gunshot. Julia froze mid-step, her hand inches from the handle. Her spine stiffened as she slowly turned.
Annabelle folded her arms, brows raised. “Leaving already, Miss Julia? So soon?”
Richard’s gaze flicked to Marc. “Get me that bastard. I want him in front of me before sunset.”
Marc nodded but hesitated. “Boss… I still don’t get why that guy would risk it. He’s just a guard—he has no stake in this. Why tamper with our documents of all companies? Doesn’t make sense.”
Richard leaned forward, elbows on the desk, eyes locked on the paused video. Cold. Calculating. Lethal.
“It makes sense,” he muttered darkly, “when someone pays him to do
