Leonard felt a chill crawl up his spine. The girl’s calmness was unnerving — far too controlled for a child.

— “Who are you really?” he repeated, his voice lower now, almost a whisper.

Jasmine looked away.
— “I’m homeless,” she murmured. “I beg near your office sometimes.”

Leonard frowned, trying to make sense of it.

Jasmine clutched her doll tighter.
— “I overheard something… your associate — the tall man with the silver briefcase. He was by the service exit, talking on the phone. I hid behind the stairs.”

Her eyes flickered with fear.
— “He said… ‘It’s time. The boss has no idea.’ And then he said that tonight… they’ll make it look like an accident.”

The car swerved sharply. The headlights cut through the dark, empty road.

Jasmine’s voice trembled.
— “I didn’t know who else to tell. But if I’d stayed silent… you wouldn’t have woken up tomorrow.”

For the first time in years, Leonard felt something he hadn’t known since the early days of his empire — real fear.

His fortune wasn’t in danger from the outside…
It was rotting from within — betrayed by the very people he trusted most.