Benjamin stood quietly in his suite, letting the silence settle around him. The room was calm and neatly arranged, every item placed with care, but none of that held his attention. His focus stayed on his phone, on the numbers displayed on the screen. He stared at them longer than he needed to, as if looking away too soon might somehow change what he was seeing. Eighty-six million dollars. That was what remained in his account.A soft breath slipped past his lips as he took it in again. Even now, it still didn’t feel completely real. Just a few weeks ago, that number had been one hundred million. The exact amount the family butler had transferred to him without hesitation, as if it were nothing. That same day came back to him without warning. The day the butler reached out. The day everything began to change. And also, the day he found out the truth about Rose and Ryan. His fingers tightened slightly around the phone.For a brief moment, the memory tried to drag him back into it. T

The car slowed as it approached its destination.Traffic had thinned slightly in this part of the city, and the buildings around them carried a different presence. They were taller, more refined, and clearly designed with intention rather than convenience. The driver eased the car to a smooth stop. “We’ve arrived, Sir,” he said. Benjamin glanced out the window. His eyes settled on the building ahead. Sullivan Corp. The name was inscribed boldly at the front, set against a polished stone panel that reflected the late afternoon light. The lettering was clean and bold, not overly flashy, yet impossible to miss. Benjamin stepped out of the car. The first thing he noticed was the structure itself. The building stood wide and confident, its design a blend of modern glass and solid architectural elements. Tall glass panels stretched from the ground floor to the upper levels, giving a clear view of the interior while reflecting the sky and surrounding structures. The edges of the bui