“So… you’re saying all the project losses were because of Rosemary?”

The low, sharp voice came from a man in a black suit — one of the major investors who had once believed in Rosemary’s skill. He looked at Cassandra with wary, piercing eyes.

Cassandra lowered her gaze, pretending to hesitate. “I don’t want to accuse anyone, sir. But… before I was detained, I did see the boutique’s financial reports. There were a few irregular expenses that didn’t make sense.”

The man narrowed his eyes. “Irregular expenses?”

Cassandra bit her lip, as if afraid to speak. “Yes… Rosemary trusts her finance team too much. I thought maybe someone was misusing...