Chapter 135 Suspicious

Viktor sat in his sprawling office late at night, the dim light from a single lamp casting long shadows across the room. He had been restless all evening, unable to shake the nagging feeling that something important was slipping through his fingers. His desk was cluttered with papers, contracts, and personal items—a reflection of his chaotic mind. Sifting through the pile of documents, he noticed a faded envelope tucked between some business receipts. Curious, he pulled it out and opened it. Inside were a handful of receipts for web domains, each one stamped with the name "Amanda."