“Good morning, Miss Evelyn. You have a flower delivery,” said the receptionist, handing over a bouquet of white roses tied with a golden ribbon.

Evelyn frowned slightly, accepting the bouquet. Tucked between the stems was a small card.

Keep shining, but remember… even the brightest light can be blinded.

Evelyn stared at the card for a long moment. No name, no signature—just a threat wrapped in praise. But the tone wasn’t unfamiliar. She kept the card, then whispered to Sandra, “They’ve started again.”

That very day, Evelyn accelerated a meeting with her logistics team. The diamond distribution to Southeast Asia had to be reactivated—or her new gallery would be nothing...