MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel was seated at the dining table, casually scrolling through his phone. A half-empty bottle of water rested on the table beside him.
He was relaxed, but the quiet didn’t last long when Elizabeth walked in, holding an envelope in her hand.
“Is this yours?” she asked, placing the envelope on the table with a slight thud. “I found it on the floor in the living room earlier,"
Miguel glanced up from his phone, his expression unreadable as his gaze landed on the brown envelope. “Must’ve fallen out of my briefcase when I was looking for something earlier,” he replied curtly before turning his attention back to his phone.
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, her suspicions instantly piqued. Miguel wasn’t the type to misplace anything, let alone an important-looking envelope. A
