The media firestorm surrounding Reed International had escalated into a full-scale siege. Headlines blared fresh accusations daily; corporate misconduct, internal sabotage, and even whispers of federal investigations. Behind the chaos, George Reedâs hidden network operated with surgical precision, pulling invisible strings and manipulating public perception like a master puppeteer.Jason had bought a sliver of time with a narrow board vote of confidence barely enough to breathe. His office became a war room, cluttered with documents, transaction maps, and red-eyed associates fighting to trace the poison bleeding into the companyâs core. He stood before a digital board, outlining the web of financial manipulation and media leaks.âTheyâre shorting the stock, controlling the narrative, and manufacturing panic,â Jason said, his voice low and grim. âThis isnât just an attack, itâs a hostile operation. Theyâre trying to destroy Reed International from the inside out, force a devaluation, a
The morning light filtering through Jasonâs penthouse windows did little to brighten the mood. Bella sat on the edge of the leather couch, hands wrapped tightly around a mug of untouched coffee, replaying the kiss from the night before. It hadnât been just physical. It was raw, emotionally charged, scar reopening. Yet now, with daylight came the retreat, the second-guessing. The war outside their doors had only escalated.Jason stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, eyes scanning a barrage of breaking news headlines scrolling across his tablet. Each one was a blow to his public image, a calculated attack launched with precision and malice.âReed International in Crisis: Whistle-blowers Confirm Financial Irregularities.ââInsider Claims CEO Jason Reed 'Mismanaged Funds' â Federal Inquiry Looming?ââGrace Monroe Speaks Out: 'Reed International Needs a New Era of Leadership.ââBellaâs stomach churned as she watched a video clip of Grace speaking on a morning financial show, her voice syr
The digital trap had worked like clockwork.Silas Thorneâs signature was all over the infiltration logs, his reckless brilliance, his arrogance, his fingerprints. With every line of code, every unauthorized access, he had not only buried himself but dragged Veronica Pierce and George Reed into the light with him. Mark Jenkins and his cybersecurity team moved swiftly, documenting the breach, assembling airtight evidence for Detective Harris. The noose was tightening. Slowly, methodically. And this time, it wouldn't loosen.But amid the chaos and corporate warfare, something more subtle and far more dangerous was happening.Bella and Jason had been forced into close quarters for weeks now. Emergency meetings turned into late-night strategy sessions. Mutual blame had transformed into shared purpose. And beneath the tension and high-stakes maneuvering, an old, simmering current had begun to rise again quiet, potent, undeniable.It came to a head one night, just past midnight.The office w
The trap had sprung.Inside Jason's office, the tension was suffocating. Mark Jenkinsâs screens pulsed with lines of code, log access trails, and metadata overlays, each confirming what they had hoped for: the digital infiltration was underway.âTheyâre in,â Jenkins murmured. âSilas Thorneâs signature is unmistakable.âBella leaned in, eyes fixed on the scrolling activity. The invaders were navigating the decoy server like seasoned professionals, slipping past firewalls, decrypting dummy files, scanning fabricated financial logs designed to mirror Reed Internationalâs true accounts.âTheyâre after the embezzlement records,â Jenkins confirmed. âThey think theyâve found the mother-lode. Iâd bet money theyâre preparing to inject false transactions that pin it all on you, Bella and then wipe the server clean.âJason clenched his jaw. âLet them. Every keystroke is a nail in their coffin.âBut something tugged at Bella's instincts. Her gaze narrowed. âMark,â she said, pointing at a data log
The truth about Silas Thorne and George Reedâs continued, ruthless orchestration behind the scenes landed like a professional boxerâs punch. Bella sat still for long moments after Jason revealed the financial links, her body trembling from the sheer weight of betrayal. It was no longer just Veronicaâs venom or corporate ambition, it was George himself, lurking in the shadows like a puppet master, weaponizing surveillance and fear against them. Against Lila.That realization didnât break Bella it strengthen her resolve and forged her.Jason, no longer just the heir or the leader, had shifted. The warmth in his eyes was still there when he looked at Bella, but the fire had hardened into something colder, more dangerous. The protective instincts heâd once dulled out of obligation were now sharpened into a blade of vengeance.âJenkins,â Jason said, voice clipped and steely, âI want full visibility on Silas Thorneâs firm. I want his staff tracked, I want every server ping logged. No more h
The game had shifted. This was no longer a matter of corporate espionage or bruised egos it was war. With each passing hour, the threat loomed larger, more insidious, and now unbearably personal. Bella could feel it in the cold tightness of her chest, in the way her gaze never strayed far from her phone, expecting another anonymous message, another veiled threat. But it wasnât herself she feared forâit was Lila. Her daughter had become the center of this dangerous game, the ultimate prize.Jasonâs entire demeanor had changed. The protective shell he once kept so carefully measured had cracked. Now, he was all edge, operating on cold fury and precise urgency. He wasnât just fighting for Bella anymore. He was fighting for his child.Mark Jenkins delivered the first breakthrough.âWeâve tracked a physical address,â Jenkins said in his usual gravelly monotone, standing in Jasonâs office like a silent predator. âThe original server registered under an inactive shell corporation was linked