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Alexander POV Alexander remained still after Vivian finished speaking. For several seconds, the room felt disconnected from everything outside. The sound of the house settling, the quiet movement of security personnel outside, and even the distant noise of the city disappeared from his attention. Only one sentence remained. *That name belongs to your father.* His mind rejected it immediately. It was impossible, because his father was dead. Alexander had attended the funeral, and he had watched the people closest to his family mourn. He had accepted the loss and carried its consequences for years. Yet Vivian had not spoken like someone making a guess. She had spoken like someone revealing a truth she had been afraid to say. "What did you mean?" Alexander asked. His voice remained calm, but Elara noticed the tension beneath it. Vivian looked at him carefully. "I mean that the name connected to the warehouse figure is the same name attached to the records of your father's old o

Alexander pov The sight of the ring left Alexander unable to move. He knew every detail of it. He had watched his mother wear it throughout his childhood, and he had also watched it disappear beneath the earth with her. His throat tightened. "No." Elara stepped closer. "Alexander." He closed the box abruptly and held it against his chest. "That ring was buried with her." Vivian remained silent. Alexander looked at her. "Tell me I am wrong." Vivian swallowed. "I cannot." The answer unsettled him. His mother had died years before his father supposedly died. He remembered the hospital room and the day they lowered her coffin into the ground. He remembered standing beside his father, or the man he had believed was his father. A sudden possibility entered his mind. "What if she was never buried?" Elara's expression tightened. Alexander shook his head immediately. "No. I saw the coffin." "You were young," Marco said carefully. "I saw her." Marco did not argue. Instead, he s

Elara pov Michael's observation changed the direction of everything. For the first time in days, Elara stopped trying to uncover every hidden detail immediately. She stopped chasing every question before they had enough information to answer it. The truth was still important; Alexander's father was still a threat, the ring still needed answers, and the person behind the warehouse still had plans they did not understand. But Michael had pointed out something they had overlooked. They were reacting, and that was exactly what their enemy wanted. The following morning, Elara gathered everyone in the main office. Alexander stood beside her, his expression calmer than it had been the previous night. The pain was still there, and she could see it whenever his attention moved toward the small box containing his mother's ring. But he was no longer allowing the pain to control his decisions. That mattered. "We need to change our approach," Elara said. Marco looked up from the documents in

Elara pov Vivian did not waste time explaining. The Commission vote was only hours away, and they did not have the luxury of sitting with another mystery for the entire morning. She placed the photograph on the table and pointed toward the small detail she had noticed. "This." Elara leaned closer. At first, it looked insignificant. It was a small piece of equipment visible in the background, something most people would have ignored. "What is it?" Alexander asked. Vivian looked at him. "It belongs to someone." Her answer immediately caught their attention. "Who?" Elara asked. Vivian took a breath. "A surveillance specialist." Alexander frowned. "Someone connected to the Commission?" "No." The answer surprised them. Vivian continued. "Not directly. He worked independently." Marco looked up from the documents he was organizing. "Independent surveillance?" "Yes." Vivian nodded. "He was known for gathering information discreetly. He did not belong to one family or on

Alexander pov The chamber remained silent after his father's words. Nobody seemed prepared to react. The man who had requested observer status had not introduced himself as a stranger. He had not spoken about the Commission, the vote, or the position Elara was seeking. He had spoken directly to Alexander, and he had called himself his father. The realization moved through the room slowly. Several family heads looked between Alexander and the older man, trying to understand the connection they had just witnessed. Alexander could feel every set of eyes on him. This was not a private conversation, and it was not a reunion that happened behind closed doors. It was happening in front of the entire Commission. Every reaction would be remembered, every word would be analyzed, and whatever he chose to reveal would affect not only him but also Elara's position in the organization. His father had chosen this moment carefully. Of course he had. Alexander remained seated for another few sec