تسجيل الدخولChapter 143Dreyden The atmosphere at the boxing venue is already electric when we arrive.Music fills the entrance hall, people crowd around the ticket counters, and security personnel direct spectators toward their assigned sections.Drayton walks ahead with his coach, looking relaxed enough to convince anyone that tonight is just another ordinary evening.I know better. He has been quiet since we left the house. Not unusually quiet, but focused.He's studying the venue, greeting people he recognizes, and listening to his coach's final instructions. Every so often, he flexes his fingers or rolls his shoulders, small habits I've seen him repeat before almost every fight.Aurelia walks beside me, looking around with obvious curiosity."Have you been here before?" she asks."Several times.""To watch Drayton?""Mostly." She glances toward him."Does he always look this calm before a fight?""Yes.""Even when he's nervous?" I look at her."You think he's nervous?""I think everyone ge
CHAPTER 142DREYDENA month is a long time when everything in your life seems determined to go wrong.It's long enough to have every document in your possession examined twice, to spend hours on the phone with lawyers, investigators, business partners, and people who suddenly remember they have concerns about working with you.It's also long enough to discover that proving you're innocent doesn't necessarily mean people will believe you.Dreyven learned that the hard way. The investigation into the motorcycle accident eventually established that the brake failure hadn't been caused by his work. The fault came from a replacement component that had been supplied as genuine but turned out to be defective. Once the supplier's records and the technical inspection were examined, the evidence was clear.The customer recovered, and after hearing the findings, he decided he didn't want to press charges against Dreyven.As far as the official investigation was concerned, the matter was over.
Chapter 141I open my notes and write down the details of each incident.Dreyven: motorcycle brakes fail after sale. Customer injured. Police investigation underway.Dreylen: artwork accused of copying another artist's painting. Both works exhibited within hours of each other. Original sketches available.Me: acquisition suspended over unspecified financial discrepancies. Independent review confirms our figures match the records.I read the list.There is no obvious connection between the three problems. One concerns a motorcycle, another an artwork, and the third a business deal.But all three threaten something my brothers and I have spent years building.Our reputations. Our livelihoods. The trust people place in us.I stare at the notes for another moment before closing the document.I need more information.......The afternoon slips into evening before I hear from Dreylen again.My phone rings just as I'm preparing to leave the office.“Tell me you have good news,” I say as I an
CHAPTER 140DREYDENThese are the first words out of my mouth, and judging by the silence on the other end, Dreylen knows exactly how ridiculous the accusation sounds to me.“I'm serious, Dreyden.”“So am I. How the hell can someone accuse you of stealing another artist's work?”“That's what I'm trying to find out.”I pull into the nearest available parking space and switch off the engine.“Start from the beginning.” Dreylen exhales sharply.“The painting I exhibited yesterday. The one I've been working on for weeks. Someone has come forward claiming I copied their work.”“Who is this person?”“I don't know yet. The gallery director called me after receiving a complaint. Apparently, the person exhibited their own painting a few hours before mine went up yesterday.”I frown. “A few hours?”“Yes.” I lean back against the seat.“Dreylen, you've been working on that painting for weeks. How can someone claim you copied their work when you haven't even seen it?”“That's exactly what I told
Chapter 139Dreyden "I'm good, it's from the office."“What kind of accident?”“One of the motorcycles I sold yesterday. The customer's brakes failed while he was riding it.” My hand tightens around the phone.“Is he alive?”“Yes. He's been taken to the hospital, but I don't know how badly he's hurt.”“I'm coming. Don't touch anything until I get there.”“I haven't touched anything.”“Good. And Dreyven?”“Yeah?”“Don't start blaming yourself before we know what happened.” He doesn't answer immediately.“Just get here,” he says at last.The call ends. I grab my jacket, tell my assistant to postpone my next meeting, and head for the elevator.Dreyven has been running his motorcycle business long enough to know what he's doing. He's meticulous about his work, and he would never knowingly send a faulty motorcycle out of his workshop.If the brakes failed, we need to know why.By the time I reach the car park, I'm already calling him back.He answers on the second ring.“I'm on my way. Ha
CHAPTER 138DREYDEN“Are you checking Aurelia’s picture again?”I look up from my phone to find Dreylen standing at my office door, grinning like he has just caught me committing a crime.“Don't you have work to do?”“I do, but apparently, you have something more important to attend to.”I turn my phone facedown. “Get out.”He laughs and walks into my office, dropping into the chair opposite my desk.“There's nothing wrong with missing your woman, brother. You don't have to hide it.”“Coming from the man who spent half of breakfast staring at her across the table?”His grin disappears. “I was listening to her talk.”“You were staring at her mouth.”“Dreyden!” I burst out laughing, and he points a warning finger at me.“Keep laughing. I'll remind you of this conversation when you start behaving like a lovesick idiot again.”“You mean when I do exactly what you do every day?” He rolls his eyes.We both know there's no point pretending. All four of us are hopeless when it comes to Aureli







