**Elena’s POV**

The question still hung in the air, cold and heavy. *Did you kill him?* My father’s mouth opened, and I watched his lips, desperately waiting for the truth to finally come out. But before a single word could escape, the heavy living room doors burst open, and one of his security men rushed in, breathing hard, sweat beading on his forehead, holding a tablet tightly in his hand.

"Boss," the man panted, trying to catch his breath. "We have the information you requested about ...