Tina's car screeched to a halt outside the Knight family mansion—now surrounded by black government vehicles and uniformed officers. Her breath came in shallow gasps as she stepped out, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement.
She had expected some trouble, but not this.
The sight before her was surreal—officers moving in and out of the house, carrying boxes of documents and electronic devices. Reporters stood at a distance, their cameras flashing as they tried to capture footage of the prestigious Knight family's disgrace.
Pushing past the gate, she rushed inside, only to be met with a chilling scene.
Her father sat in the grand living room, his usually composed face pale with stress. Her mother sat beside him, clutching his hand tightly, her expression filled with fear. Across from them, two men in black suits and ID badges sat with an air of authority—federal investigators.
An officer turned as Tina entered, immediately stepping forward. "Tina Knight?"
