“Track every transaction Arga Group has made over the last three months. I want to know where every single cent goes.”

Devandra’s cold voice cut through the silence of the boardroom. His staff exchanged nervous glances, none daring to move.

Rafi, his personal assistant, finally gathered the courage to speak. “Sir… wouldn’t that be considered illegal? We don’t have authorization to—”

“Do it off the record,” Devandra interrupted, not even looking at him. “I don’t care how. I want results, not excuses.”

Rafi swallowed hard and nodded. “Understood, sir.”

He knew Devandra was past the point of reason — his anger had evolved into something darker. Obsession.

Once the door...