Chapter 3

Victor noticed the shift before long.

Evan was too sharp. He thought too quickly, moved too precisely, saw too much for someone who was supposed to be a pawn.

One evening, Victor found a set of documents spread across his study desk. They were transaction records from his private accounts, and someone had gone through every page.

His expression turned cold. He looked up and saw Evan leaning against the doorframe, spinning a flick knife between his fingers with a lazy, careless grin. "Looking for something, Mr Blackwell?"

Victor's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You touched my…