LOGINThe front door opened again just after eight.Vivianne stepped inside with a tired sigh, slipping off her heels near the entrance."I swear, Orion is determined to ruin everyone's work-life balance."Devon looked up from his laptop and smiled."Long day?""The longest."She loosened her hair as she walked into the living room, only to stop when she noticed everyone gathered around the investigation board.Her eyes landed on Ella first."You came back."Ella nodded."We found something."Vivianne's expression immediately turned serious."Something big?"Jonathan looked toward Lionel before giving a small nod."I think it's time."Lionel walked to the table and picked up a weathered document inside a transparent evidence sleeve."This belongs to your father."Vivianne frowned."My... father?"Lionel handed it to her carefully."It was recovered from the warehouse."Vivianne stared at the familiar handwriting.Her breathing gradually slowed."...Dad."The single word escaped almost as a
The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.Lionel stepped into the Intelligence Division headquarters without slowing his pace.The polished marble floor reflected the morning lights. Officers in dark uniforms crossed the hallway carrying stacks of files, while analysts hurried between offices with tablets tucked under their arms. The building hadn't changed much in five years.Only the people had.A few conversations stopped the moment they noticed him.Someone froze halfway through taking a sip of coffee."...Is that...""No way...""I thought he was dead."The whispers followed Lionel down the corridor, but he didn't acknowledge them. His expression remained calm, unreadable, the same look that had earned him a reputation as one of the division's most difficult investigators years ago.At the end of the hallway, a familiar wooden door stood waiting.A brass nameplate was still attached.Lionel DuanChief, Special Transnational Crime UnitFor a brief moment, he simply looked at
No one spoke.The underground room seemed to hold its breath as Ella slowly lifted the lid of the archive box.The cardboard had become brittle with age. A slight movement nearly tore one corner apart.Inside were only a handful of surviving documents.Most had been ruined by humidity.Some pages had fused together.Others had blackened around the edges, leaving only fragments of words.Ella carefully unfolded the first readable sheet.It wasn't a research report.It was a logistics record.Her eyes moved quickly across the page before stopping at a familiar name.Project Mionier – Restricted Asset TransferThree companies.Three official investors.Vraux Industry.Troyan Group.Valcor Corporation.Below them...another line had been crossed out with black ink.Yet the original writing was still faintly visible beneath it.Ella inhaled sharply."...Zero Degree Holdings."Aizen's expression hardened."So they were already involved..."Phillip looked genuinely stunned."Impossible.""Ze
The small office overlooked the entire warehouse through cracked glass panels now clouded with age. Dust coated every surface, and a thin layer of cobwebs hung from the corners of the ceiling.Terry pushed the warped wooden door open.It creaked loudly.No one spoke.Aizen entered first.Ella followed a step behind him.Phillip remained by the doorway, his expression growing distant."I haven't been inside this room since that day."His voice was barely above a whisper."I couldn't."The room was smaller than Aizen had imagined.A heavy wooden desk stood near the window. A bookshelf leaned slightly to one side, its shelves still holding faded technical manuals and engineering journals. A whiteboard occupied the far wall, though only fragments of erased formulas remained.Time had frozen here.It was as if the owner had simply stepped out for lunch and never returned.Ella slowly walked around the room.She didn't look at the obvious places.Instead, her attention drifted toward the de
Silence lingered inside the warehouse long after Phillip's words faded.No one moved immediately.The abandoned building suddenly felt heavier, as though the air itself had been carrying the truth for years, waiting for someone willing to listen.Aizen slowly walked toward the scorched corner Phillip had pointed at.His polished shoes crunched over broken glass and fragments of charred wood.He stopped.His eyes swept across the cracked concrete floor."...This was the last place?"Phillip nodded."As far as I know.""I saw Charles and Duan arguing with several people that evening."Aizen's gaze sharpened."Did you recognize them?"Phillip shook his head."No.""They weren't wearing company uniforms.""They arrived after regular working hours.""I assumed they were government representatives."He let out a slow breath."I've regretted making that assumption ever since."Ella knelt beside the uneven concrete.She slipped on a pair of latex gloves from the emergency kit Terry always car
The meeting concluded just before noon.Unlike most business negotiations, no one left the room exhausted. Phillip Hamington had answered every question with surprising honesty. He held nothing back about the financial side of Project Mionier, and every answer only strengthened the suspicion growing in both Aizen and Estella's minds.As everyone stood, Phillip checked his watch."If you still have time," he said, picking up a set of old keys from his desk, "I'd like to show you something."Aizen looked at him."The warehouse?"Phillip smiled knowingly."I had a feeling you'd ask."**Nearly forty minutes later, two black SUVs left the city center and headed toward the industrial district on the outskirts.Modern buildings gradually disappeared, replaced by abandoned factories and aging warehouses that had long been forgotten by time.The further they drove...the quieter the surroundings became.Tall weeds had swallowed the edges of cracked asphalt roads. Rusted fences leaned unevenly
The safe house fell into complete silence.Nobody moved.Nobody spoke.The words Devon had just spoken still hung heavily in the air."Duan Dyne was right."Outside, rain tapped softly against the narrow windows. The sky beyond the glass was gray, the city buried beneath thick clouds that made the
The invitation looked expensive.Heavy ivory paper.Gold embossed lettering.The kind of invitation that only existed in circles most people never entered.Estella sat across from Jonathan Ritz inside his townhouse while turning the card over in her hand.A small smile appeared on her lips."So we'
The atmosphere inside Valcor Technology felt different that morning.People noticed it the moment Aizen Deveraux stepped through the executive floor.He walked fast.Too fast.Three senior staff members followed closely behind him, including Terry.No greetings.No unnecessary conversations.No pau
Estella arrived home later than usual.The moment the apartment door opened, the smell of food greeted her.Garlic.Butter.Black pepper.For a second, she almost forgot about the chaos waiting inside her laptop.Almost.Lionel stood in the kitchen wearing a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled up. A







