At Keith's home.
Keith's personal lawyer, Mr. Jade, arrived with the documents his client had requested. As he took a seat on the sofa, there was a noticeable hesitation in his movements. He opened his briefcase slowly and pulled out the stack of papers, his expression tinged with unease.
"Sir… are you absolutely sure about this?" Mr. Jade asked, handing over the documents. "Transferring half of your assets to Mr. Evan and the charitable trust… Is it really necessary?"
Keith, reviewing the documents with a sharp eye, didn't even glance up. "Is there a problem?"
"No, sir. Not legally," Mr. Jade clarified, then hesitated before pressing on. "It's just… may I ask why you made such decision?"
Keith paused for the briefest moment, then looked up, his eyes cold and unreadable.
"Mr. Jade, I will give you a wise advise. Instead of poking around in matters that don't concern you. Do the job you were paid to do."
The words weren't loud, but they cut clean. Precise. Dangerous.
