The report lay on the cold wooden table.

Black numbers on white paper shouldn’t have made Evelyn’s heart race this fast.

But the name on the last line made her hand tremble slightly: Aldera & Co., an old firm Evelyn recognized—one once tied to the shadowy business network Julian had been involved in.

“This can’t be a coincidence...” she murmured.

She tapped her tablet screen and zoomed in on the transaction graph.

Large sums of money had been moving in and out—passing through accounts now used by clients in their social project.

The door opened.

Julian entered with heavy steps, his suit jacket half-off, tie hanging loosely around his neck....