I felt her hand tremble slightly in mine.
She let go of me and reached for the document.
As her eyes swept rapidly over the pages, her breathing grew increasingly shallow and hurried.
I didn’t speak.
I simply sat beside her, my gaze resting on the stack of documents, my mind already beginning to calmly piece together every clue.
This matter was far more serious than the collapse of the Locke family.
And it would absolutely not end here.
I watched as Aria’s trembling hand lifted the document.
Her eyes skimmed over the page at high speed.
The next second, her pupils constricted sharply.
It was as if an invisible electric current had struck her—her shoulders jerked violently.
I could see it clearly.
Her breathing had gone completely out of control.
At that moment, she lifted her
