It was pretty late, Felix got up and stretched, yawning as he glanced at the time. "Goodnight," he muttered before heading upstairs to his room to sleep.Elijah remained downstairs, seated on the couch with his laptop open and his phone beside him, busy responding to emails and reviewing some documents. The soft tapping of rain outside continued, steady and rhythmic. Sierra stood up and moved around the living room, closing all the windows and carefully pulling the curtains shut to cover the glass panes.“It’s still raining,” she said softly as she secured the last window.Elijah glanced at the time. It was already minutes past 11 p.m. He shut his laptop and placed it aside, picking up the remote to turn off the TV.“Might rain till tomorrow or stop around midnight. Anyway, it’s late,” he said, getting to his feet.“Let’s go.”Sierra nodded, adjusting her clothes a bit as they both walked toward the staircase.When they got upstairs, Sierra instinctively moved toward the guest room sh

Isla smiled lightly and replied, “Yes, I did. And I’ve already arranged for our field team to go around and verify the current state of each orphanage. They’ll bring back updated feedback before we proceed.”Elijah nodded in approval. “Alright,” he said, then went back to reviewing the list carefully until he got to the end. He set the tablet down. “So currently I’m supposed to add my own million dollars, right?”Isla nodded respectfully. “Yes, young master.”Elijah leaned back slightly. “Alright. I’ll transfer a million dollars into the company account tonight.”“When are you planning to begin the donation runs?” he asked.“It will be on Thursday, master,” Isla responded.Elijah nodded again. “Alright then. I think I’ll soon have a meeting with the board members here.”“The board?” Isla’s eyes widened slightly. “You’re finally going to reveal your identity?”Elijah smirked faintly. “Depends. I can’t tell yet. I’ll know soon.”Isla simply bowed her head a little. “Alright then, master

The interior was stunning—wide glass panels, elegant lighting. Several workers moved about, men and women all dressed sharply, focused on their tasks. There was a calm yet purposeful energy in the air.Elijah leaned toward Felix and spoke in a low voice, “You’ll wait here. I’ll go in. When I’m done, I’ll come find you.” He tossed the Prado keys to him. “Be careful.”Felix caught the keys and gave a small nod. “Okay, brother.”Elijah continued with Celestine, heading toward a large frosted glass door guarded by security. As they approached, the security guard stepped aside and opened it for Celestine.“If you need me inside, just press the button, boss,” he said.Celestine nodded without a word and walked in, Elijah right behind her.As they walked in, Elijah took in the interior of the boardroom — a spacious, elegantly furnished room with a large round table in the center. Seated around it were five men, all dressed in sharp suits. Some had laptops open before them, others held tablet

Every head snapped toward him. The board members, caught off guard, stared in unison, their eyes narrowing as they processed his sudden intrusion. The younger man, still clutching the tablet he’d slid toward Celestine, blinked rapidly, his fingers tightening on the device.The man with the glasses spoke first, his tone sharp and suspicious. “Why? What does he want with that?” He leaned forward, adjusting his frames as he scrutinized Elijah, his voice rising slightly. “Who even are you to ask for it? This is a board matter—private. You’ve got no business touching our reports.”The first man, fingers still hovering near his tie, chimed in, his brow furrowing. “Yeah, what’s this about? You’re not part of this discussion. If you’ve got something to say, say it—don’t just demand our data.”The fourth man, softer-spoken but now edgy, added, “This isn’t a free-for-all. What’s he going to do with it? We don’t even know why he’s here.”Celestine’s eyes flashed, and she raised a hand, her voic

It was the fourth man, the soft-spoken one who had claimed he only handled operations. His hand was raised stiffly, almost as if it pained him to do it. His voice cracked slightly, but there was no mistaking the words.“I’ll talk,” he repeated, eyes fixed on Elijah.The silence that followed was deafening.Elijah didn’t move, didn’t blink. He let the weight of the man’s confession sit heavy in the room for a heartbeat longer before slowly lowering the tablet to the table.“Good,” he said, his tone still calm. “Start talking.”The others gulped—visibly, audibly. One of them shifted in his seat. Another wiped at his brow, suddenly clammy. The room seemed to shrink around them as the man slowly stood, shoulders hunched beneath the weight of what he was about to reveal.He looked directly at Elijah, then at Celestine, whose expression remained carved from stone.“I—I’m sorry,” he began, voice trembling. “Please… don’t let Ms. Valencia send me to prison. I—I’ll tell the truth. All of it.”