You know him...

The next morning, as the iPad sits on the table, his assistant settles onto the couch. Marquis's sharp gaze focuses on the information displayed.

"She fabricated her family background. Quite audacious," he remarks.

"That's why I believe our team should take charge. She's adept at deceiving us. It seems someone well-acquainted with us is manipulating this situation," the assistant suggests.

"No, I disagree. Whoever's orchestrating this isn't familiar with us. If they were, they wouldn't have directly sent her to me. My hunch is they're trailing me but are inexperienced,"

Marquis's hand reaches his chin to rub, thinking something profound as the situation isn't as simple as it looks. Someone is playing a dirty game here.

"Dispatch our team to the family she concealed from us. Nothing extreme, but ensure we gather crucial information at any cost. She must be held accountable for harming my daughter," Marquis instructs firmly.

"Understood, Boss. Also, while searching through old files,