We walked out of the private lounge and down the grand marble staircase toward the ballroom.

The music grew louder, a sweeping classical waltz that filled the massive, high-ceilinged space.

Hundreds of guests in tuxedos and evening gowns turned to watch us descend.

The crystal chandeliers reflected off the polished wooden floor like stars.

At the bottom of the stairs, a podium had been set up, surrounded by microphones and flashing cameras.

This was the moment.

The moment the world would find out who really owned Lotus Bay.

As I reached the final step, my phone vibrated in my hand once more.

I glanced down at the screen, expecting another message from my legal team.

Instead, it was an unknown number.

The message was brief.

*You think you took everything, Maya. But you forgot about the safe deposit box in Geneva.*

I stopped walking, my foot hovering just above the ballroom floor.

My heart gave a sudden, heavy thud against my ribs.

“Mrs. Arden?” Mr. Han whispered, noticing my hesitation.

I stared at the glowing screen.

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