The dim light from the emergency lamp Martha had placed on the wooden living room table cast long, dancing shadows on the walls. In the total darkness of the elite neighborhood, Martha Thorne’s heart seemed to beat to the rhythm of an invisible siren. Her hands shook violently as her fingers gripped the stack of documents she had just taken from the black suitcase sent by the Xander Group. "This isn't right, Clara... this can't be right!" Martha wailed, her voice hoarse with deep-seated fear. "Why are all our family's debts suddenly cleared? Why is the interest on the Wang Corp loan that has silenced us for five years now considered legally invalid? Someone is trapping us!" Clara stood by the window, her eyes still staring outside toward the front gate where the mysterious black car had br
