Betty’s POV

A birthday present. I stared at Ivan, both terrified and strangely amazed.

The documents in my hands trembled slightly as I flipped through the pages again just to be sure my eyes were not playing tricks on me. They were official property transfer papers. Legal stamps, signatures, everything was there. It was barely a day since I complained to him.

One of the Moretti family’s fabric warehouses and not just a warehouse. The shipment routes were listed as well.

My head slowly ...