Liera’s eyes didn’t waver as she stood before Teddy, the air between them thick and uneasy. Her expression was calm, but her gaze carried something sharp enough to slice through silence. Then she tilted her head slightly and said in a measured tone, “Is everything not supposed to be alright, Teddy?”Teddy blinked fast, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Um, no, I mean—” he forced a laugh that came out dry, “you were just looking at me sternly, ma’am, and I thought maybe I… did something wrong.”Liera inhaled softly, steadying her tone. “All is fine,” she said, though there was a weight to her words that didn’t match the lightness she tried to fake. “I couldn’t find any leads, so… yeah.” She paused, her eyes flicking to Nathan, who stood beside her with a calm expression, hands tucked into his pockets.“You guys can return in,” she concluded, her voice firmer this time.Teddy nodded quickly, muttering a short “Yes, ma’am,” before stepping back into the CCTV room with Fabio trailing behind him.

Her gaze rose to meet his, sharp and unwavering. “My assumption isn’t just fragile. I think someone is behind stealing those documents.” She paused, leaning forward, her voice dropping lower, deliberate. “And I’ll get that person.”Liera's words lingered in the air, heavy and dangerous.Gregg’s throat went dry. He managed a stiff nod, muttered something that didn’t make sense, and thought of just walking out of her office before she saw through him. But the moment Liera’s gaze lowered back to her laptop, the mask of calm he’d been holding on to cracked. Beneath it, his jaw tightened, his face twisting into a grim expression. The truth was clear, Liera was getting closer. Too close.And for another time in barely a week, Gregg felt that suffocating weight pressing down on him, something he couldn’t control, something that felt like the walls of Dynasty Group closing in on him.“Do as I say soonest, Gregg,” Liera concluded, her tone sharp, leaving no room for debate.Gregg swallowed har

When lunch break came around, the company cafeteria buzzed with the sound of chattering employees, clinking utensils, and the faint hum of the ceiling fans struggling against the afternoon heat. Nathan ignored all of it.He sat at one of the corner tables, a simple tray in front of him. On it was a steaming plate of battered fish and chips —golden, crisp, perfectly seasoned with a pinch of lemon —and a small cup of water. He ate quietly, the fork moving steadily between plate and mouth, lost in his own thoughts.The morning had been a quiet chaos in a tailored suit – Liera’s announcement about the missing documents, Gregg’s face that couldn’t quite hide panic, and the tension that practically stalked the halls of Dynasty Group. Nathan needed silence to think, to piece things together. And yet, silence seemed foreign here.His mind replayed every look, every pause in Liera’s tone, every flicker of guilt he thought he saw in Gregg’s eyes. The deeper he thought, the colder his fries beca

Dora's anger sparked instantly. She yanked her arm free with a sharp jerk. Her glare alone could have set him ablaze.Before she could spit out the words burning on her tongue, the kitchen door opened.“Is there a problem?” Ms. Chi asked, holding a small box of pastries.Jimmy didn’t even turn fully toward her. “Mind your business, old hag.” He tossed the insult over his shoulder and walked away before Dora could light him up with a retort.Dora’s fists clenched at her sides. Her chest heaved from the anger she had no outlet for.Ms. Chi came closer, her face tightening in concern. She leaned over the counter and gently patted Dora’s hand. “Dear, are you alright?”Dora’s gaze stayed glued on Jimmy’s retreating figure until he disappeared around the corner. Only then did she force her jaw to unclench. She dragged in a breath and turned back to Ms. Chi with a strained smile.“I’m good. Don’t mind him.”But the tightness in her voice betrayed her.Before Ms. Chi could say more, Dora’s ph

Nathan stepped out of the glass doors of the building, the cool evening air brushing against his face. He exhaled, still feeling the faint echo of the headache pulsing behind his temple. He only managed a few steps before someone blocked his path.Leo.The guard stood rigidly, arms folded, lips pulled into a tight, distasteful line as if Nathan’s presence alone spoiled the air.“What are you doing here?” Leo asked, his tone already laced with accusation.Nathan lifted a brow and gave a half-laugh. “Chill, Leo,” he said, adjusting the collar of his dark jacket. “Being grumpy doesn’t suit a guard all the time. I came to see Amelia.”Leo’s frown deepened. “Why? You shouldn’t show up most times if you want to become a shadow later.”Nathan stopped walking. “I don’t get what you mean.”Leo shook his head. “Your business. But I think Amelia is better off not having you see her.”Nathan huffed a laugh, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Really? Well, she seemed excited just now and even confi