"Investigate! Do it now!"
Charles slammed his hand on the table, shaking the crystal chandelier above.
The usually composed politician's face was now ashen, his finely crafted watch catching the light with a cold gleam.
Noah was sweating bullets, his right hand subtly reaching for the gun at his waist.
If they dug too deep, his life would be ruined. Should he take care of Nelia first…
Then find someone to cover his tracks afterward.
Calaen, ever observant, noticed Noah's subtle movement and immediately signaled the surrounding security guards.
They were ready to move if things escalated.
The atmosphere in the room turned tense, every glance like a drawn blade.
"Wait!"
Livia, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke, smoothly adjusting the hem of her dress.
"Before you inves
