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CHAPTER 190: MASKS AND MOTIVE

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ISLA'S POV

The next morning, I arrived at Titan Holdings earlier than usual. The building was still stretching itself awake—dim hallway lights, echoing footsteps, the hiss of the espresso machine in the executive lounge. I needed quiet. I needed clarity. And most of all, I needed answers.

Last night with Nathan had been grounding, but the memory of Elizabeth Monroe lingered like perfume on a stranger—elusive, artificial, and far too convenient. Something about her had felt off. And Lucas had been too smug in yesterday’s meeting. It wasn’t just power play. It was a setup.

I made my way to the 15th floor—the one undergoing "digital renovation"—but my access card blinked red.

“Restricted access,” the scanner flashed.

Interesting.

I wasn’t supposed to be here officially. But unofficially? I had a right to know what Titan Holdings was hiding.

“Morning, Miss Isla.” A voice startled me.

I turned to see a young woman in a grey pencil skirt and glasses, holding a tablet. Late twenties, bright
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