Chapter 138

'Damn it! Who dares to play games with me?'

Troy slammed his fist on the table in front of him, his face darkening as anger surged through him. His chest heaved with each breath, and the certainty grew within him that the destruction of his company was an inside job. Someone who knew his business intimately was responsible, though he had only one suspect in mind. But there could be others involved as well.

"I need to prove this myself," Troy muttered, grabbing his coat and car keys. He stormed out of the high-rise building, where he rented an entire floor for his company.

The house he was staying in wasn't far from the office. Within fifteen minutes, he arrived home, where several household staff were employed.

"Good evening, Mr. Peterson. Dinner is ready," one of the staff members greeted him as he entered.

Troy only nodded as he made his way to his room.

His gaze fell on a large painting that dominated one wall of the bedroom. It was a ritual for him to look at it every time he