Her name is Cyndra Holland

In Suegra State, Ivan sat in his grand office, the weight of unresolved questions pressing heavily on his mind. His piercing blue eyes flicked toward the door as Henry stumbled in, his face bruised and swollen, a testament to the chaotic pursuit of answers.

Ivan leaned forward in his chair, his voice low and steady but laced with impatience. “Henry. What did you find?”

Henry hesitated, clutching a stack of disheveled papers in his hand. “Sir… there are no documents. No records of the baby girl’s birth, no official ties to Alysha Jarl or anyone else.” He took a deep breath, wincing from the pain in his jaw. “The only thing I could secure was the identity Neil Holland crafted for her. She’s listed as Cyndra Holland, named after ‘Arisha Holland,’ the identity they forced onto Alysha.”

Ivan’s eyes darkened, his jaw tightening as he processed the information. He stood, his towering frame radiating power and barely restrained anger as he paced the room. “So, she’s a ghost on paper? Neil era