The cold air inside the interrogation room seemed to drop by several degrees the instant those words left Rowan's mouth.Jared froze completely, his chubby face losing every single trace of color as his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets."How... how do you know that name?" Jared stammered, his lips trembling violently as he swallowed the lump in his throat."Well, does it really matter how I know?" Rowan chuckled softly, pulling out the chair opposite the man and sitting down without any rush.Dominic on the other hand remained standing right behind Rowan, his tall figure casting a dark shadow over the small metal desk."You thought you were being clever by using a fake identity to register your commercial driving license, right?" Rowan asked, leaning his chin against his palm, a glint flashing in his eyes."I..." Jared opened his mouth, but no sound came out."Not only that, you even went ahead to set up a private medical trust for your twin daughters in an offshore bank under

Rowan let out a deep breath the moment he walked out of the ward. He wanted to say something, but all of the words were stuck in his throat. A part of him had accepted the old man didn't leave anything for him. But hearing what the driver said, he didn't know how to feel. Gratitude, Relief, resentment, anger, Hatred? He just didn't know what to feel. That company was supposed to be his. It was rightfully his. But what happened? "Sir, I think we should take a proper look into it," Dominic spoke, his voice pulling out Rowan from his thoughts. "Schedule a meeting with my father's lawyer, I want to know what's happening," "Should I investigate him first?" Dominic suggested, knowing the kind of person Rowan was. "There's no need for that," Rowan refused, He sighed and then added, "Let's see if he's willing to tell the truth," "Else I don't mind destroying his career." "Yes sir," Dominic nodded and then took out Rowan's phone which was with him. "Boss, your phone has

Rowan let out a deep breath the moment he walked out of the ward. He wanted to say something, but all of the words were stuck in his throat. A part of him had accepted the old man didn't leave anything for him. But hearing what the driver said, he didn't know how to feel. Gratitude, Relief, resentment, anger, Hatred? He just didn't know what to feel. That company was supposed to be his. It was rightfully his. But what happened? "Sir, I think we should take a proper look into it," Dominic spoke, his voice pulling out Rowan from his thoughts. "Schedule a meeting with my father's lawyer, I want to know what's happening," "Should I investigate him first?" Dominic suggested, knowing the kind of person Rowan was. "There's no need for that," Rowan refused, He sighed and then added, "Let's see if he's willing to tell the truth," "Else I don't mind destroying his career." "Yes sir," Dominic nodded and then took out Rowan's phone which was with him. "Boss, your phone has

(A week later) Rowan sat on the sofa, munching an apple scrolling casually through his phone. It had been a week since the company secured the contract. Zora had been busy and she had refused to let him help in any way.. Besides, he figured out she had her style of doing things, so trying to forcibly find his way in wouldn't be too good. It was better to watch from the sides. If anything were to happen, he was going to take care of it. Just as Rowan thought like this, his phone suddenly buzzed, popping up with Dominic's name. Seeing this, he answered the car, "Sir," Dominic said, sounding rather carefree. "What's wrong?" "There's a lead on the matter you asked me to look into," Dominic answered, his voice turning serious. Instantly, the atmosphere around Rowan tightened and his voice turned cold, "Wait for me, I'll be there." Without waiting for Dominic's reply, he ended the call, placed the last piece of fruit into his mouth and looked at the empty office. Z

The autumn rain poured down from the leaden sky, drumming violently against the glass facade of Aurex Headquarters. A biting northern wind swept through the wide plaza, scattering yellow leaves across the wet asphalt. Ella Wexler sat in her wheelchair right in the middle of the entrance driveway, shivering under a thin plastic poncho. The rain had soaked through the edges of her blanket, drenching her trousers until the fabric clung coldly to her numb legs. Her teeth chattered uncontrollably, but she refused to let Bella push her back toward the sheltered overhang. "Ella, please, let's go home," Bella pleaded, her mascara running down her wet cheeks as she held a broken umbrella over her sister's head. "Rowan isn't going to see you!" "You've been sitting out here in the freezing cold for three hours!" "If you get pneumonia on top of your leg condition, you're going to die!" "Shut up, Bella!" Ella snapped harshly, her lips blue from the bitter chill. "He has to come out!" "H