After ending the call, Elliot rose from his chair, pacing the length of his study with measured steps.
Despite having instructed Jessica to "work up something" from her end and putting additional security in place, he couldn't shake the gnawing unease building inside him.
His instinct continuously pricked him "There is something off—something beneath the surface he hadn't yet uncovered."
His gut whispered of secrets buried too deep, of truths twisted and locked away in silence and this truth he had to uncover.
Returning to his desk, he sat down slowly, opened his laptop, and began typing methodically.
Within moments, a flood of classified data on the Allen family flashed across the screen. His gaze sharpened as each line added weight to his suspicions.
*Allen family's economic dominance rises by 70%, topping the Country Y's business rankings.
*Expansion into beauty and tech industries announced.
*Allen family rumored to hold a secret prototype codenamed Solacum1
