A few hours later, Leyla's phone vibrated. A message popped up:
"Number traced. You won't like what I found."
Leyla's eyes narrowed. Who could it be? She immediately called back.
"Who is it?" she asked without any formalities.
"If I tell you it's someone you know?" the voice on the other end teased.
Leyla's heart pounded. What is he implying?
"Just say it," she said through clenched teeth.
A second of silence, then—
"Ozan."
Leyla froze. Her grip on the phone tightened.
Impossible.
But if it was true… it meant her greatest enemy wasn't just in front of her.
He had been watching her every move all along.
Leyla's breathing turned shallow as she read the name again. Ozan.
She headed straight to Ozan's office.
Leyla stormed into the office, not bothering to knock.
Ozan and his brother, Arif, were already arguing. Their voices dropped the moment they saw her.
Ozan frowned. "Leyla?"
But she didn't even glance at him. Her eyes were locked on Arif.
"So it was you," she said, voice dangerously calm.
Ozan's confusion deepened. What was she talking about?
Leyla took a step forward, slamming a file onto the table.
"You really thought I wouldn't find out?" she spat.
Ozan's gaze flickered between Leyla and Arif, realization slowly dawning upon him.
His brother had done something. Something big.