The car stopped at an empty warehouse shortly before two in the morning.
The place hadn't been used in a long time.
There was no activity.
No cameras.
No people.
Arga got out first.
He looked around before opening the back door.
“Nadia, stay in the car.”
Nadia stared at him.
“Why?”
“Because I still don't know who leaked the location of the house earlier.”
Nadia fell silent.
She understood what Arga meant.
The traitor could be very close to them.
Arga took a metal box from the car.
Raka followed him.
“Then do we have to consider everyone suspicious?”
“For now.”
“Even me?”
Arga stopped.
He looked at Raka.
“Even me.”
Raka nodded.
“Good.”
They entered the warehouse.
A wooden table stood in the middle of the room.
Arga placed the box on top of it.
He took out the hard drive.
Then his father's notebook.
No one spoke.
A few seconds later, Nadia entered.
“Open it.”
Arga looked at the three of them.
“No.”
Nadia frowned.
“Why?”
“Because if this contains the data we think it does, we can't open it using an office device.”
Raka nodded.
“Right.”
Arga pulled an old laptop from his bag.
The laptop had never been connected to the internet.
He turned it on.
Then inserted the hard drive.
The screen turned black.
A single folder appeared.
Its name was only one letter.
**K.**
Arga opened the folder.
There were three files.
**PROJECT A.**
**PROJECT B.**
And an unnamed folder.
Arga opened the first file.
A list of companies appeared on the screen.
Dozens.
Then hundreds.
The names of major companies appeared.
Banks.
Logistics companies.
Energy companies.
Real estate companies.
Technology companies.
Nadia stared at the screen.
“This…”
“Their network,” Arga said.
Raka pointed to one name.
“Richard's here.”
Arga scrolled across the screen.
“Leonard too.”
Then he stopped.
There was another name.
**MAHENDRA CAPITAL.**
Nadia looked at Arga.
“Your father's company.”
Arga didn't answer.
He opened the next document.
It contained transaction records.
Not just stock transactions.
But corporate takeovers.
Asset transfers.
Loans.
Hidden ownership stakes.
And the names of shell companies.
Everything was connected.
It all led to a single center.
**K CONSORTIUM.**
Arga read through the data quickly.
Then he found something that left him speechless.
A single transaction.
Fifteen years ago.
**Mahendra Capital — 51% of Nusantara Data Exchange.**
Raka immediately stood up.
“So your father once owned NDE?”
Arga nodded.
“Not just owned it.”
He pointed at the screen.
“He once controlled it.”
Nadia moved closer.
“Then why is there no ownership stake now?”
Arga opened another document.
“Sold.”
“To whom?”
Arga read it.
Then his eyes narrowed.
“Orion Pacific.”
Nadia let out a breath.
“There they are again.”
Arga nodded.
But then he noticed the date of the transaction.
Three days after the sale, a new company was established.
Its name:
**Hartono Strategic Holdings.**
Raka frowned.
“Leonard.”
Arga nodded.
“But that's not all.”
He opened the unnamed folder.
There was only one document inside.
File name:
**FINAL.**
Arga opened it.
There was only one sentence.
**“If the K Consortium succeeds in taking control of NDE, they will control the flow of national economic information.”**
Nadia read the sentence twice.
“So NDE really is the key.”
Arga nodded.
“And my father knew it fifteen years ago.”
Raka looked at him.
“Then why did he sell it?”
Arga was silent.
He opened the next page.
A handwritten note appeared.
**“I sold my stock so they would believe I had given up.”**
Arga swallowed.
“He infiltrated them.”
“The K Consortium?”
“Yes.”
Nadia kept reading.
The next note left all three of them silent.
**“I found out who is really at the top.”**
Arga stared at the screen.
His heart began beating faster.
Beneath the writing was a single name.
But part of the page had been damaged.
Only a few letters remained.
**L... H...**
Nadia whispered,
“Leonard Hartono?”
Arga shook his head.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“If Leonard were the person at the top, my father wouldn't have written his name like a riddle.”
Arga enlarged the writing.
Another section was still legible.
**“He is not a businessman.”**
Then:
**“He doesn't own any companies under his name.”**
And finally:
**“He makes other people become his face.”**
The room suddenly felt cold.
Raka spoke softly.
“Then we've been chasing the wrong person all this time.”
Arga nodded.
“Richard.”
“Leonard.”
“Maybe even Daniel.”
Arga stared at the screen.
“They're only faces.”
Nadia asked,
“Then who's behind them?”
Arga didn't answer.
Because at that moment, his phone vibrated.
A message came in.
**“Now you're beginning to understand.”**
Arga stared at the screen.
A second message arrived.
**“But you still don't know who your traitor is.”**
Then a file was sent.
File name:
**TEAM.**
Arga opened it.
A list of the Mahendra Investment Partners team appeared.
Raka.
Nadia.
Dimas.
Fajar.
And…
Arga himself.
Beside each name were notes.
Habits.
History.
Family.
Access.
Schedules.
Every piece of personal information.
Nadia went pale.
“They've been monitoring us.”
Arga nodded.
“For a long time.”
Then they saw something.
A red mark appeared beside one name.
**HIGH RISK.**
That name was…
**Dimas.**
Raka immediately looked at Arga.
“No way.”
Arga didn't answer.
Nadia shook her head.
“Dimas has been with us from the beginning.”
“That's exactly why.”
Arga closed the laptop.
“We can't accuse him right away.”
Raka asked,
“Then what are we going to do?”
Arga smiled.
“We'll give him false information.”
The next morning, the office resumed its normal routine.
Arga acted as if nothing had happened.
He even held a meeting as usual.
Dimas arrived five minutes late.
“Sorry.”
Arga smiled.
“No problem.”
Dimas sat down.
“How did yesterday's investigation turn out?”
“It's over.”
“Thank goodness.”
Arga watched him.
There was no nervousness.
No suspicious expression.
Dimas looked completely normal.
That was exactly what made Arga even more cautious.
“Dimas.”
“Yeah?”
“I have some information.”
Dimas looked at him.
“We're going to buy 51 percent of NDE.”
Dimas's eyes shifted slightly.
Only for a fraction of a second.
But Arga saw it.
“With how much capital?”
“450 billion rupiah.”
Dimas nodded.
“From where?”
Arga smiled.
“A new investor.”
Dimas looked relieved.
“Good.”
Arga stood.
“Don't tell anyone.”
“Of course.”
“Not even Raka.”
Dimas nodded.
“Okay.”
The meeting ended.
Dimas left.
Five minutes later, Arga checked his phone.
There was a message from Nadia.
**“It's moving.”**
Arga smiled.
They waited.
It took less than an hour.
A major transaction appeared in the market.
NDE's stock began to rise.
Arga stared at the screen.
“Just as we suspected.”
Raka stood beside him.
“So the false information leaked.”
Nadia nodded.
“Now we know.”
Raka asked,
“Dimas?”
Arga didn't answer immediately.
“Not yet.”
“Why not?”
“Because he might only be an informant.”
Raka fell silent.
Arga pointed at the chart.
“If Dimas sold the information to someone, we still don't know who received it.”
That afternoon, Arga did something he had never done before.
He deliberately made a mistake.
He announced internally that Mahendra Investment Partners would buy NDE through a small investment firm called **Mahendra Strategic Fund**.
That name didn't really exist.
It was nothing more than a newly created shell company.
There was no capital.
No transactions.
No plans.
It was all bait.
Arga waited.
One hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Nothing happened.
Until 7:43 p.m.
Nadia entered his office.
“Arga.”
“What?”
“Mahendra Strategic Fund just received an offer.”
“From whom?”
Nadia placed the document on the desk.
Arga read it.
Then he smiled.
**Orion Pacific Holdings.**
Raka, standing behind him, spoke immediately.
“So they took the bait.”
Arga nodded.
“But that still doesn't prove Dimas is involved.”
Nadia opened her laptop.
“There’s one more thing.”
“What?”
“The offer was sent through a broker.”
“Who?”
Nadia looked at Arga.
“Not Dimas.”
Arga frowned.
“Then who?”
Nadia turned the screen around.
The broker's name appeared.
**Samuel Hartono.**
Arga froze.
“Who is he?”
Nadia answered,
“Leonard Hartono's younger brother.”
The room fell silent again.
Raka let out a breath.
“So Leonard really is involved.”
Arga shook his head.
“It isn't that simple.”
He picked up his phone.
Then called Daniel.
The call was answered soon after.
“Arga?”
“I found the name Samuel Hartono.”
Daniel immediately fell silent.
“Mr. Daniel.”
“Yes.”
“Who is Samuel?”
Daniel drew a breath.
“If you've found that name…”
“Yes?”
“Then you're very close.”
“Close to whom?”
Daniel answered softly,
“To the person you've been searching for all this time.”
Arga waited.
“Who?”
Daniel said,
“Samuel isn't Leonard's younger brother.”
Arga fell silent.
“What?”
“He's Leonard's son.”
Arga frowned.
“Then why do they have the same last name?”
“Because he uses his father's family name.”
“Then why did you say he wasn't his brother?”
Daniel gave a quiet laugh.
“Because Leonard never acknowledged him as his son.”
Arga grew even more confused.
“Why?”
“Because his mother is the person Leonard fears most.”
Arga looked at Raka and Nadia.
“Who is his mother?”
Daniel was silent for a long time.
Then he said,
“Her name is Maya Mahendra.”
Arga froze.
Maya.
His mother's name.
The woman he had believed died several years after his father.
Arga could barely breathe.
“Are you kidding me?”
“No.”
“My uncle told me Mom died.”
Daniel answered,
“Arga…”
His voice grew heavy.
“Your mother is still alive.”
The call disconnected.
Arga stood there without moving.
Raka stepped closer.
“Arga?”
He didn't answer.
Nadia looked at him.
“What happened?”
Arga stared at them.
His face had gone pale.
“All this time…”
He stopped.
“My mother didn't die.”
The room went silent.
“She’s still alive.”
Raka was unable to say a word.
Arga stared at the laptop screen.
The name **Samuel Hartono** was still displayed there.
And for the first time, he realized that this war wasn't only about business.
It wasn't only about money.
It wasn't only about his father.
His own family was right in the middle of the conflict.
Arga grabbed his jacket.
“I have to find my mother.”
Raka nodded.
“We'll find her together.”
Arga looked at him.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because if that message was true…”
Arga picked up the photo of his father.
“…my mother may not be a victim.”
Nadia looked at him.
“What do you mean?”
Arga turned the photo over.
On the back was a handwritten note from his father that they hadn't noticed before.
**“If I fail, find Maya.”**
Beneath it was another sentence.
**“She knows who really killed me.”**
Arga stared at the writing.
Then clenched his fist.
Fifteen years.
For fifteen years, he had lived with a single belief.
His father was dead.
His mother was dead too.
It turned out neither of them might be what he had thought.
And someone had hidden the truth from him since childhood.
Arga looked out at the night beyond the window.
“Find my mother.”
Raka nodded.
“Where?”
Arga answered softly,
“Wherever she is.”
He paused for a moment.
“And before we find her…”
Arga looked at the list of K Consortium companies.
“…we have to make sure no one knows that Maya Mahendra is still alive.”
Because if the K Consortium found out that Arga's mother was still alive…
then the real war would begin.