“Who took this photo?”

Revaldo stared at his phone screen, eyes blazing. His fingers gripped the edge of the glass table so tightly his knuckles turned white. On the screen, Vania and Devandra stood close together in an old warehouse, their eyes locked, hands nearly touching.

“I told you to keep an eye on her—not to let her go on a date in public!” he barked at one of his men standing stiffly by the wall.

“We didn’t know who she was meeting, Sir. But we managed to ...