“I’m not here to start a fight, Revaldo.”

Devandra stood tall in front of Revaldo’s car, right there in the back parking lot of the office. His voice was calm, but his gaze was sharp. The eyes of the two men locked, tension thick in the air—like a spark could ignite an explosion at any moment.

Revaldo leaned casually against the side of his car, arms folded across his chest. He didn’t flinch, didn’t budge an inch.

“Too bad,” Revaldo said coldly, “your presence in ...