Azreal rubbed his forehead like the weight of it all was trying to leak through his fingers. "The reason," he said slowly, "is because ACTS sees our café as a business threat in the future. Their main goal is to… get rid of the competition."
Jack blinked, genuinely confused. "Competition? What competition?"
Nena crossed her arms. "Yeah, Azreal, you're not making any sense right now."
Sarah's panel flickered into existence beside them—like it just slid out from the air itself—and she said, almost too calmly, "Lord Azreal is right. ACTS sees us as competition. Considering our… exponential growth."
Fredrick's eyes widened a little. "So that's what this seizure is really about."
Sarah nodded. "If you look at our business, it's actually started moving. We've completely outclassed Mrs. Frida's café in just a few days."
Laisa tilted her head, remembering. "That's true… now that you mention it, I haven't seen anyone going to her café in a while."
