Chapter 130

• I drew in a deep breath before stepping toward Kenzo’s bookshelves. My fingers hovered for a moment before I reached for one of the paper folders, flipping through the pages with quiet urgency, searching for any document bearing his signature. Nothing. My chest tightened as I pulled out a few more folders, setting them on the floor. Crouching, I skimmed through page after page, but they were all printed documents. No handwritten signatures.
• Then, in another folder, I finally spotted his initials—K.L.—scrawled by hand. But it was nowhere near the proof I needed. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I carefully returned the folders to their places, my mind already shifting to the towering stack of papers cluttering Kenzo’s desk.
• Determined, I moved toward the pile, and when my eyes landed on a page with his full signature, I barely suppressed a triumphant gasp. My heart pounded as I examined every curve, every precise stroke of his pen. Even from his signature alone, it was obvious—his handwriting was stunning. Each letter was perfectly formed, the lines fluid and controlled, free of any aggression or harsh edges.