The office lights had long dimmed, leaving only the glow of computer screens and the hum of air-conditioning in the quiet corridors. Alyssa sat alone in a small conference room, surrounded by piles of old documents and digitized archives Noah had recovered. Her eyes were locked on a single file—one she had almost overlooked.

A contract. A bribe. A signature.

Davin Liang.

A name written with too much confidence, too much arrogance, too much belief that no one would ever dare trace it back to him.

Her fingers tightened around the edge of the paper. This wasn’t just evidence—this was a lifeline. A weapon. A way to end everything Davin...