Liam said nothing more. He knew, with a sick certainty, that there was nothing he could say right now that would make them leave him alone. Nothing he could say that would suddenly make them trust him, believe him, or even pause long enough to hear him out properly. At this point, any wrong word might only make things worse. So he made the only choice left to him. He lowered his head and followed. Inside, humiliation burned through him almost as fiercely as fear. He was exhausted, shaken, and painfully aware of how helpless he looked. And beneath all of it, one thought kept pounding through his mind with bitter clarity—"Victoria did this.""Victoria and Benjamin., It had to be them. Who else could have designed something this cruel? Who else could have set me up so perfectly and then vanished, leaving me standing alone in the center of the disaster?" The more he thought of it, the more convinced he became. This was not random. This was not an accident. This was a trap, carefu

In that instant, Penelope felt her thoughts scatter in every direction. Because the transfer record had not come from a neighboring district, a shell account, or even a hidden domestic source. It had come from **Vamora**For a second, she could only stare. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she breathed, “How is that even possible?” Everyone knew what Vamora was. It was not just another country on the world map. It was one of the pillars of global power, one of the most advanced and untouchable nations in existence. A country ranked at Level One Hundred so far above the rest that even speaking of it carried a certain reverence. Vamora was the kind of place people in lesser nations dreamed about without ever expecting to see. For most, it existed more as legend than reality a distant summit of wealth, influence, and civilization that ordinary countries could only admire from below. People did not simply go to Vamora. Many would count themselves lucky just to hear som