CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

Lauren’s heart pounded as she paced her penthouse living room, the Singapore skyline dim beyond the glass walls, her hand clutching her phone, Priya’s words—Mr. Vaughn, murdered—echoing.

Priya and Khalid sat on the velvet sofa, their faces tense, the coffee table strewn with papers. “Priya, Khalid, we have to figure this out,” Lauren said, her voice sharp,. “Vaughn’s death—it’s no suicide, no matter what the police say.”

Priya’s sigh was heavy, as she narrowed her eyes. With a low voice, she said, “Lauren, it’s a lost cause.” Her hand gestured to the papers. The frustration on her face was raw, her dark hair falling across her brow. “The will’s probably destroyed by now. That suicide note on his desk? The police confirmed it.” she said, her tone wavering.

Lauren’s breath caught. “Why would Vaughn kill himself?” Her eyes darted between them, her mind racing. “He was working with Helen, pushing her fake will. Who was he against that wanted him dead?”

Khalid’s jaw tightened, his voice