He extended the folded sheet toward her, his gaze challenging her to accept it. 

Sophia hesitated, every instinct screaming at her to refuse, yet raw curiosity overpowered her. She snatched the paper from his grip, her hands quivering as she unfolded it.

Her eyes flew across the hastily scrawled lines, her stomach twisting tighter with every sentence. 

It was a note—specifically one addressed to someone called ‘LT’. It spoke of buried truths, cash flows, and shady agreements struck behind locked doors. 

Then, at the very bottom, her blood turned to ice when she read the name ‘Sophia’.

She jerked her head up, throat constricting. 

“What the hell is this? Who...