He noticed the folder for the first time, his eyes narrowing as he recognized the court emblem peeking out.

“What is that?” he demanded, stepping closer.

I did not move.

“It is the end of your run,” I said.

He lunged forward, grabbing the edge of the folder from my hands before I could pull it back.

He ripped the papers out, his eyes darting frantically across the legal text.

I watched his face drain of color as he read the words *Temporary Restraining Order* and *Asset Freeze*.

“This is a joke,” he whispered, his voice shaking. “A judge wouldn’t sign this. Not without a full hearing.”

“They would if they saw the offshore wire transfers you approved last month,” I said.

He dropped the papers onto the desk, his hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

“You think this stops me?” he laughed, a dry, bitter sound. “I built Hayes Enterprises. I control the capital.”

“The courts control it now,” I said.

He turned his gaze slowly toward Mia, who was watching him with a mixture of fear and disgust.