After my husband threw me out of the house after our divorce, I took the old bank card my father had left behind and used it at a branch in the U.S., sending the whole bank lobby into a stir as the staff hurriedly called the manager over, and the words “Look at the name on this account!” revealed a family secret I had never known.

“Precisely for that reason, Mr. Quacy,” Seek interrupted. “We must be professional. Take it or leave it. If you reject the audit, we will consider your proposal void and offer our land to another developer. I heard your competition from Buckhead is very interested.”

That was a threat.

Quacy was cornered. If he withdrew, he lost the biggest project of his life. If he moved forward, he had to open his wounds.

“Fine,” he said, forced. “Fine. Audit. I’m not hiding anything.”

Zelica nodded.

“Mr. Seek’s team will contact you. Good afternoon.”

Quacy was escorted out of the mansion. He got into his car with his knees shaking. He didn’t know if he had just escaped danger or if he had just walked into a trap. What he knew was that the Zelica he had just met scared him.

He returned to the apartment at the Sovereign in a mess.