It was a notification from the suite’s smart lock system.

The Presidential Pavilion door had just been opened by an unregistered guest key.

I frowned, looking at the screen.

A live security feed from the outer hallway of the pavilion showed a woman in a designer dress standing outside.

It was not Vivian or Claire.

The door opened, and Daniel appeared on the screen, wearing a silk robe.

He pulled the woman inside, looking around the hallway before closing the door.

The board members watched me, the room suddenly tense.

“Director?” Mr. Han asked quietly.

I stared at the frozen image on my phone.

The woman was Evelyn Vance, the daughter of the man Daniel had claimed was his new investor.

I slowly signed my name at the bottom of the document.

“Mr. Han,” I said, my voice steady.

“Yes, Director?”

“Activate the interior cameras in the Presidential Pavilion courtyard.”

“Immediately,” he said.

The main screen in the boardroom flickered, switching from the financial charts to a high-definition view of the private pool terrace.

Daniel and Evelyn were standing near the water, laughing.