Benjamin slowly lowered the window glass and looked outside.Right in front of him was a tall, ultra-modern building. The name shone boldly across the front in clean chrome letters:NOORHOLD LIMITEDThe glass walls reflected the sky, the cars, the entire street. Workers walked in and out of the automatic doors. Security guards in suits stood at the entrance, watching every movement.Benjamin narrowed his eyes a little.This… was where the money that killed Cordelia’s parents came from.He gently exhaled and said softly, almost to himself—“It’s time.”Benjamin turned slightly to the driver.“Wait here,” he said quietly.The driver nodded. “Yes, sir.”Benjamin pushed the door open and stepped out. The air felt heavier here. He walked straight toward the entrance, each step steady and calm.Inside Noorhold’s main lobby, everything looked expensive and organized.The floor was polished like a mirror. Tall pillars stood on both sides. There were security guards in suits, reception counter

Benjamin relaxed back a little and replied softly,“I’m fine, thank you. Are you Benjamin A. Stone?”The man nodded slowly.“I am. And I heard you are here with a billion dollars. Honestly…” he looked at Benjamin from head to toe, “…you look very young for that.”Benjamin gave a small controlled nod.“I’m also Benjamin,” he said, then calmly extended his hand.Benjamin Augustine Stone shook his hand firmly.Stone leaned back slightly. “Alright. Tell me… what exactly are we doing here today? A private account setup?”Benjamin crossed his legs and spoke quietly, “Before that, I need some information. You will help me.”Stone’s smile disappeared. He leaned forward. “Tell me what information you want.”Benjamin looked at him steadily. “Eight years ago, five million dollars was moved into an account. The money came from an account linked to your name. I need full details — who ordered it, where the money went, and which people were involved.”Stone’s face changed. He frowned and his voice