That night, the small office that Arga had turned into his investigation hub glowed with the light of multiple monitors. Rows of graphs, digital documents, and photo evidence stretched across the screens like pieces of a puzzle finally beginning to form a picture.

Vania sat across from him, her gaze sweeping through the evidence they had just verified.

“All of this… it’s real,” she whispered, almost in disbelief. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the printed papers that revealed Devandra’s hidden financial schemes. “All this time, I was afraid it was just my intuition misleading me. But now…”

Arga looked at her and nodded firmly. “Now you have proof....