Noah’s POV
The morning felt wrong.
I woke up to messages, dozens of them, all saying the same thing: Soren Knight arrested for fraud.
At first, I thought it was another rumor. The press loved twisting anything about him. But then I saw the video, Soren, calm as ever, being led out by officers in black uniforms. His hands were cuffed, his expression unreadable, but his eyes… his eyes were steady, like he already knew this was coming.
My phone buzzed again. Adrian’s name flashed on the screen. I picked up fast.
“Noah,” his voice broke a little. “They took him.”
“I know,” I said quietly. “I saw.”
“They’re saying he laundered money through his company, that he used offshore accounts. It’s all lies. It’s Victor, he’s behind this.”
“Where are you now?” I asked.
“At an old apartment down
