บท 191: The Cost Of Trust

The weeks passed quietly, and just as Desmond had promised, Richard received his return. The profit was substantial—more than he had dared to hope for.

As he walked through the bustling streets on his way home, the weight of the envelope in his coat pocket gave him a sense of satisfaction and triumph.

This was it—the proof that Desmond's scheme wasn't a scam. He felt vindicated, knowing that his risk had paid off. Although Diana hadn't talked about it or asked him about it, he was glad he had made a good decision and that he could now boldly tell his wife that he had been right and she had been wrong.

But as he turned down a quieter street, Richard noticed something strange. A man, dressed in a dark coat and cap, had been lingering at the corner of the street when Richard left Desmond's house.