I frowned as I glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted the black car trailing me once more. It was unmistakable; those were my older brother's men.
He was already taking matters into his own hands because I refused to stop being a thorn in his side. His businesses were collapsing rapidly.
In a desperate move, he even approached one of my companies, mistakenly believing I could assist him without realizing I was, in fact, the owner of that company.
I have no intention of backing down, especially since I'm gradually gathering evidence linking him to my mother's death, collaborating with his own mother.
I refuse to let those who took my mother’s life escape justice, especially since our father dismissed her death as merely a result of high blood pressure.
After remaining silent for si
