Divorced and Chased by My Alpha Billionaire Ex-Husband

Amos arrived at a small, nondescript building on the outskirts of Sumturm City.

The windows were covered in grime, and the alley it sat in seemed forgotten by the world. It was the kind of place where deals were made quietly, far from prying eyes.

He stepped inside, immediately greeted by the stale smell of cigarette smoke and musty air.

The man he was meeting stood by a cluttered desk, leaning against it with a lazy smirk on his face.

"You got here fast," the man said, his voice gravelly. "I wasn't expecting you so soon."

Amos didn't respond to the remark. He wasn't here for small talk.

"You have information?" Amos asked, cutting straight to the point.

The man's smirk widened. "You could say that."

The man leaned back, crossing his arms as Amos approached. He didn't have the physical camera, but he had something better—information.

"I traced the manufacturer," the man said, his voice low.

Amos nodded, his face impassive. "Okay... who did it come from?"