Elia's eyes widened as he registered the gravity of the information he had just stumbled upon.
"Is everything alright?" He said his eyes cold as he stretched his hands tapping his shoulders from behind.
Holland, sensing his trepidation, stood up abruptly, an ember of fury igniting in his chest. "What is it, Elia? What did you find?" His voice was a mixture of concern and desperation.
Before he could deduce his thoughts, With trembling fingers, Elia slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing like thunder in the small room.
Holland's curiosity peaked, mingling with a deep-seated fear; he had harbored doubts, suspicion about Elia's gang.
"Don't!" Holland shouted, his patience unraveling. "You can't just hide this. What have you found?"
From the start, Holland had a suspicion that it might be a hand work of Elisa's friend. Cause only they knew about Elisa and that account was used eight years ago for their works .
