XYRA'S POV
Disappointment settled over me like a thick fog as we pored over the documents Jake had managed to "borrow" from his internship.
Hours had flown by, and despite our combined efforts, we hadn't found the smoking gun we were desperately searching for. Frustration ate at me, each rustle of paper a reminder of the time ticking by, the fate of my dad's company hanging precariously in the balance.
"This is hopeless," mumbled Noah, running a hand through his hair. "It's all just financial reports, contracts, and legal jargon. Nothing out of the ordinary."
Marcello chimed in, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Except for this," he held up a single sheet, the characters on it dancing like unfamiliar symbols. "It's written in Chinese, and none of us can read it."
Astor peered over
