Andrew looked down at the tablet, then slowly looked up at me.

The warmth that had been in his eyes just minutes ago was completely gone.

There was only the cold, distant gaze of the billionaire CEO.

“Elila,” he said, his voice flat. “Is that you in the video?”

“Yes, but it’s not—”

“Did you enter my office suite that night?” he interrupted.

“I went to the drop-box by the door,” I said, my hands trembling. “I didn’t go inside. I didn’t download anything.”

Victoria snatched the tablet back and tucked it into her bag.

“The server logs don’t lie, sweetheart,” she said, her smile widening. “You used a cloned keycard.”

Andrew walked over to the lab window, looking out at the sprawling city skyline.

The silence in the sterile room was suffocating.

The only sound was the low hum of the centrifuge in the corner.

“Andrew,” I whispered, my voice cracking.

He turned back to face me, his hands buried deep in his trouser pockets.

“This is a serious security breach, Elila,” he said, his tone entirely professional. “Leprince Corp cannot ignore allegations of industrial espionage.”