Evan Lee's POV ____
I sit in silence, my fingers tapping against the armrest as frustration coils inside my chest.
Why?
Why is there still no news about the project's budget mess?
By now, according to my calculations, Dad should've already called—furious, demanding answers.
But instead… nothing.
No calls.
No warnings.
Just this suffocating silence.
I lean back in my chair, close my eyes for a moment.
How is this even possible?
A soft knock breaks my thoughts.
The door opens, and Arem steps in, calm as always, holding the project file.
I look at him sharply.
"Arem… why is nothing happening according to the plan? The news should've exploded by now."
Arem sets the file on my desk with the usual gentle precision.
"Sir… the budget of the project is clear. I believe Mr. Vale covered all the losses himself."
My eyes widen.
"What?"
I snatch the file and flip through it. Every erased amount—restored. Every gap—filled. Every mistake—covered flawlessly.
By him.
