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.

“Consider it charity. You need it more than I do.”

She grabbed her tablet and walked out, leaving Aniya frozen in shame, turned into a spectacle for the entire café.

The bait game had worked.

Quacy was humiliated by the urgent need to hand over all his financial documents to Seek’s team. Meanwhile, Zelica humiliated Aniya in the café.

Seek’s team gathered in the war room of the Cascade mansion.

“This isn’t a company, Ms. Zelica,” Seek said, pointing at the large screen showing the cash flow of Quacy Constructions, Inc. “This is a house of cards built on air.”

“Explain,” Zelica said.

“First—materials,” Seek said. “He charges his clients for grade-A cement, but reports show he buys grade-C. He takes a forty percent profit just on material embezzlement. This is illegal and dangerous.”

Zelica remembered a small bridge project Quacy had bragged about. Her stomach turned.