Hunter sat in his underground office, a room known only to a handful of his most trusted people. The dim blue light gave the space a chilling atmosphere. In front of him, multiple screens glowed with CCTV footage, bank account transactions, and a detailed digital investigation report Monique had sent just minutes ago.

The sound of the automatic door opening echoed.

Monique walked in, holding a tablet.

"I broke into that mechanic’s call logs before he vanished," she said without any preamble. "And you were right. There was an incoming call from a private number located at a resort owned by... Shopia Joy."

Hunter clenched his jaw. “She orchestrated Evalina’s...