No more doubts.
No more guessing games.

Since the truth was exposed, Joss and Gawin no longer treated each other as prey.

Now, they stood as two warriors — fighting on the same side, against a shadowy force that had manipulated too many lives.

Business had never been a fair game.

It was a battlefield.

A war with no absolute winners — only survivors.

When the mole revealed itself

"Tell me," Joss said quietly, his gaze never wavering.

"How far have you gotten?"

It wasn't suspicion anymore.
It was confirmation.

He no longer needed Gawin to confess who he was — he needed to know what Gawin had uncovered.

Gawin didn't answer immediately.

He simply stared at him, as if weighing how much Joss truly knew.

Outside the window, Bangkok's skyline dimmed into night, the lights flickering like secret signals across the darkness.

Gawin was no one's pawn anymore.

He was the only one who had seen the betrayer lurking in the shadows.

And Joss — no matter how powerful he was — had only just woken up from the dream of blind trust.

Now, they needed each other.

Not for love.

But because if they didn't stand together—

They would both be dragged down into hell.

"Depends," Gawin said, a wry smile playing on his lips.
"How much truth are you ready to hear?"

Joss leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand.

He hated these games.

He hated how Gawin was trying to wrest control of the conversation.

But this time, he would listen.

He needed to listen.

"The mole."

"The traitor inside your family."

"The one who's been quietly manipulating Wongthep's finances for years."

"And the one who worked with Lerdprasit to destroy my father's empire."

Joss's face remained impassive.

But inside, his world was crumbling.

"Who?"

Gawin smiled faintly.

Not rushing to answer.

He wanted Joss to feel every second of uncertainty.

"Why don't you guess?"

The true enemy

Lerdprasit Group.

Once just a minor player in Thailand's business scene.

Now, after two decades of quiet expansion, they had become a political and economic juggernaut across Southeast Asia.

They didn't build their empire through fair deals.

They used dirty tactics — stock manipulations, orchestrated financial collapses, corporate takeovers.

And Gawin's father—
Had been one of their first victims.

Gawin had traced the financial transactions back through the years.

And all the paths led to Lerdprasit.

They hadn't just destroyed Thanarath.

They had their sights set on Wongthep too.

"They didn't just want to destroy my father's company."

"They want to consume yours too."

Joss wasn't surprised.

He had known Lerdprasit would come for Wongthep eventually.

But he hadn't expected them to plant a mole inside his own family.

The traitor

Joss pulled up the financial data on his computer.

Transaction after transaction.

Piece after piece.

He felt his chest tighten.

Someone within his family had been feeding Lerdprasit all along.

Someone powerful enough to manipulate Wongthep's financial arteries without raising alarms.

"My uncle?"

Gawin narrowed his eyes.

"Maybe," Joss muttered.

"My grandmother?"

Joss clenched his fists.

If that was true...

He would have to turn against his own blood.

Attacked from all sides

Joss knew he was running out of time.

He couldn't let Lerdprasit make the next move.

But before he could even react—
They struck first.

That evening.

A breaking news headline blazed across the media:

"WONGTHEP GROUP ACCUSED OF FINANCIAL FRAUD"

"JOSS WAY-AR UNDER INVESTIGATION FOR MONEY LAUNDERING THROUGH OFFSHORE ACCOUNTS"

Joss gritted his teeth.

They had made the first move.

Gawin stared at the screen and spoke calmly:

"They've started moving their pieces."

"Now it's your turn to strike back."

Joss looked up at him.

No longer adversaries.

No longer two men trapped by the past.

But two warriors, standing side by side.

Gawin nodded, his eyes steady and cold.

"To bring down a kingdom that's stood for decades—
You have to tear it apart from its very core."

Joss gave a bitter laugh.

"Then we'll start with my family."

A war of blood, power, and buried secrets.

There was no turning back now.

The game was on.

And this time—

Neither of them would accept defeat.