Sylus sat in a dimly lit room, on a luxurious couch, casually playing with a knife in his hand.

“Sir!” Two men entered. “We found fraudulent purchases and transactions reaching upto 3 million from your bank account! Purchases like chanel, prada bags-“

Sylus raised a dismissive hand, halting their words. “I’m aware,” he said, his voice low yet firm. “I made those purchases.”