When his assistant pushed open the office door, his legs were actually trembling.
For the past month, the whole building had been wrapped in tension. Everyone knew Killian was ready to explode at any moment.
"Did you find anything?" Killian didn't even look up.
The ashtray on his desk was overflowing with cigarette butts.
The assistant handed over a thick file, his voice quiet and nervous. "Mr. Rourke… we have all of Ms. Kincaid's spending records. But … there is something unusual."
Killian looked up sharply, his eyes red-rimmed. "What's unusual? Where did the money go? Bags? A yacht? Did she buy a mansion?"
The assistant swallowed hard and spoke even lower. "Ms. Kincaid… over those three years, apart from a small amount for daily living, every cent went to buying gold. And it
