“What is it you really want from Devandra?” Vania’s voice was low but icy as her gaze fixed on the laptop screen, scanning the results of her search.

Before her, several business articles were displayed. The name Karen Ainsworth appeared in many of them—some praising her involvement in major projects, but far more linking her to cases of fraud and stock manipulation.

Vania tapped the desk lightly with her fingertips. “You wouldn’t just show up out of nowhere without a reason.”

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Her phone suddenly rang, breaking her concentration. An unknown number.

“Hello?”

A soft chuckle drifted from the other end. “Oh… finally, I get to speak directly with Mrs....