Chapter 8 Threat From The Past Life

• On Monday morning at 9:00 AM, Phai’s black Alphard pulled into the underground parking garage of the Dusit Private Club in Sathorn.
• Voravit had chosen the venue carefully—a private, high-ceilinged lounge reserved for high-ranking political officials and old-money estate developers. He expected my father to crawl into the room alone, terrified, desperate, and ready to sign whatever debt repayment form was shoved across the table.
• Instead, the glass doors opened, and Phai walked in first.