Daniel stood beside the road for several minutes after the call ended, staring at the unknown number. His grandfather, Chief Emmanuel Okafor, was supposed to have died many years ago, yet a lawyer had just told him the old man had passed away only three days earlier and left him an empire worth billions.He could not understand why anyone would hide such a truth. If his grandfather had been alive all those years, he had never once visited. He had watched Daniel struggle with money, live in a small apartment and endure the insults of his wife's family. And why reveal himself only after death?He called Amara twice without an answer, so he put his phone away and walked towards the main road to find a taxi. As he walked, he kept remembering her face when her mother ordered him out. He had never asked her to choose between him and her family. He had only wanted her beside him when people treated him unfairly.It was almost ten o'clock when he reached the apartment. He unlocked the door qu

Daniel ended the call and tried Amara again at once, but itrang unanswered. On the second attempt, her phone was switched off. A cold feeling settled in his chest. Adrian had no reason to visit their home, and if he already knew about the meeting with Michael, someone was sharing what should have stayed private.He took a taxi and watched his phone the whole way, hoping she would call. When he reached the building, he paid the driver and ran upstairs. Before he reached his door, he heard voices inside: Amara's and Adrian's.Daniel opened the door. Adrian sat comfortably on the sofa with a glass of water, while Amara stood by the dining table with her arms folded. She looked relieved to see Daniel, though the worry stayed on her face."Daniel, I was beginning to wonder whether you would come home," Adrian said with a smile. "Your wife was waiting, so I thought it only right to keep her company."Daniel closed the door. "You should have called first. This is my home, and you have no ri

Daniel read the message for the third time, hoping he had misunderstood it. The words had not changed. Someone knew he had found Samuel Adeyemi's notebook, and that person was determined to stop him from meeting the missing witness. He looked across the living room at Michael, who had come to the apartment shortly after Daniel's call."Someone must be watching us," Daniel said. "They knew what we found in Samuel's office, and they know about tomorrow's meeting."Michael adjusted his glasses and studied the screen. "Then Samuel may be in greater danger than we thought. And we cannot assume the railway station is safe.""Then we cancel.""If Samuel is the only person who can explain what happened to your grandfather's original documents, cancelling gives our enemies more time to find him. We must go, but carefully."Daniel walked to the window. People were returning from work, and the streetlights were coming on. Everything outside looked normal, yet he could no longer trust it. A man w

Daniel could hardly believe what he was seeing. The name on Zara's document was clear. Adrian Cole, the wealthy man who had insulted him and tried to turn Amara against him, was tied to the suspicious transactions at the Okafor Group."Could this be a trap?" Daniel asked Michael as they left the café. "Adrian may have placed his name there to make us suspect him.""That is possible," Michael replied. "We must verify the records before drawing conclusions. I do remember hearing that Adrian's family did business with your uncle years ago, but I never knew it went beyond ordinary dealings."Daniel stopped at the kerb. "Why would Adrian want money from my grandfather's company when his family is already wealthy?""People with money often want more, especially when they think they will not be caught. But we should not assume greed is his only reason."Daniel put the document inside his jacket. He had meant to spend the day preparing for Samuel, but Zara had changed everything. If Adrian wa

Daniel stood motionless in the living room, staring at his phone as if the woman might call back if he waited long enough. Her voice had sounded weak but familiar, and her words refused to leave his mind. Amara watched him with growing concern."What happened? Who called?"He slowly lowered the phone. "She said her name was Grace. She said she knew what happened to my grandfather. When I asked who she was, she said she was the person he believed was dead."Amara covered her mouth. "Do you think it was your mother?""I do not know what to think anymore."Daniel had spent years accepting that his mother was gone. He remembered the day his relatives gathered around him and explained that he would never see her again. He remembered crying until he fell asleep, and his grandfather holding him and promising he would always be protected. Now every memory seemed to hold a question he had never thought to ask.Michael arrived within half an hour. He studied the number and tried calling it, but