buried to protect reputations.
Jang Chin Tong was that daughter.
Shiaoza had discovered her six years earlier and quietly brought her into the company.
That explained the affection.
The nickname.
Perhaps even the watch.
But not the money.
“Does Eleanor know you work here?”
Jang shook her head.
“Does she know he found you?”
Another shake.
I leaned back.
“Then why would he hide you from your own mother?”
Jang’s expression shifted.
She had never asked herself that.
At two o’clock, the board called an emergency meeting.
Shiaoza arrived with
