Instead, I attached a single PDF file to the chat—the commercial registry showing the ownership structure of the Grand Azure Residences, complete with the valuation, the legal address, and my name as the primary corporate officer.

Below the document, I typed three lines:

The beach shack was replaced six years ago.

Tyler was caught trying to fraudulently sell a multi-million dollar resort complex.

The police are currently taking his statement.

I sent the message, placed the phone face down on the desk, and sat back down in my chair.

A moment later, my assistant knocked gently on the glass door frame and stepped inside, holding a thin leather folder.

“Mr. Brennan,” she said softly. “The Singapore team is ready for the second half of the conference call whenever you are.”

I straightened my tie, adjusted the papers on my desk, and looked up with a clear, calm expression.

“Thank you, Sarah,” I said. “Let’s begin.”