WHO IS THE BETRAYER?
nymous message she had received moments ago-all of it tangled together in a knot of confusion and fear. She tried to calm her racing thoughts, tried to convince hers
closed her eyes, the haunting message from earlier that evening-Meet me tomor
this? W
t all have to
them felt heavier than it ever had before. The room felt cold, even though the air conditioning was off. She misse
e again, trying to make sense of it. The text
me to
were the only person who could help her piece this puzzle together. But what if
her to respond. She couldn't do this alone, but tr
uldn't go unprepared. She would find out what Mafred was hiding, and she would figure
he cold night air made her shiver, but the chill in her
d to find
the possible scenarios, trying to piece together the fragments of information that had accumulated over the past
re were rumors in the city about him, whispers about shady deals and hidden alliances, but she had never paid attention to th
occasional passing car or the distant hum of early morning traffic. She made her way to her car, her heart pounding
wers, and she
faded paint and cracked windows, a stark contrast to the city's usual vibrancy. Her stomach twisted as she parked her car in front of it. The
his far. She could
wood filled her nose, the dim lighting casting long shadows across the room. A few people sat at t
tching her closely was a man sitting in the far corner, dressed in a long coat, his face partially obscured
nerves. He didn't stand up to greet her, but he motioned for her to sit
is voice low and gravel
e asked, her voice sharp, her
y name. Not yet, anyway. But you've been asking the right questions. You'r
beat. Too close to the
he asked, trying to mask the un
businesses he runs... it's all built on lies, corruption, and people who will stop at nothing to protec
. "What do you mea
ing to you from the very beginning. Everything, from his wealth to his so-called
too much. "You're telling me
he coffee shop, as if checking to make sure no one was listenin
Lulu? Do you want to kno
nswers, but a part of her was terrified of what she might hear. Sh
her voice tremb
ed into a small, al
the globe. And if you keep digging, you'll find yourself in a much deeper hole than you can i
ed, the man she loved, the man who had promised her ever
man stood up abruptly. "I've said enough. You need to
he stood up, her legs weak, her head spinning. She needed to leave, but the man's words haunted her. Sh
on her chest. She had no idea what to do next, but one thing was clear: the
e. But with danger closing in on all sides, she is left with no choice but to confront the dark underb