Chapter 26

Daimon wasn’t impressed. His patience, already thin, wavered. "Is there any period where her records go silent?" His voice was sharp. "Did she disappear for a while? Any accidents? Travel logs?" Ertha hesitated, tapping a few keys. "Uh… that, my lord, I’m not completely sure about—" "You have thirty minutes." Daimon's voice left no room for argument. "I want everything on her. No gaps. No missing details. And Ertha—don’t make me call again." Before the assistant could protest, the line went dead. Ertha stared at his phone in horror. Thirty minutes? He needed a miracle. Or five extra hands. Daimon sat in his dimly lit study, fingers drumming on the polished surface of his desk. The room was silent, except for the soft hum of the city outside. His gaze fell upon a drawer—one he hadn’t opened in years. Slowly, he pulled it open, revealing two things: a divorce agreement and a wedding ring. The only thing he had ever bought for Enlyan. Three years of marriage, yet this ring was merely for