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Chapter 34: Questions Without Answers
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Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 35: Richard's Secret
*Damian's POV* I spent most of the night reading my father's files and found just enough information to make ignorance impossible without finding enough to understand what he had done. Elena's name appeared in trust correspondence. Williams Holdings appeared in financial memoranda. There were references to protection, confidentiality, and a private agreement signed years before our wedding. Every useful name beyond those was redacted. By morning, irritation had hardened into certainty. My father and Elena had hidden something from me. Rosalie found me in the study with documents spread across the desk. "You didn't sleep." "I slept." "Changing shirts doesn't count." I looked at her. "Why are you here this early?" "You ignored sixteen calls. I have been calling you since yesterday. " "I was working." She set coffee beside me and picked up one page. I took it from her. "This is private." Her eyebrows rose. "I have seen you naked, Damian." "That does not grant access to
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 34: Questions Without Answers
*Elena's POV* Nadia's call followed me all the way home. By the time I stepped into the apartment, I had repeated the stranger's questions so many times that each one sounded worse. Michael was on the phone near the windows. He ended the call when he saw my face. "You're back? What happened?" I placed my portfolio on the table. "Someone contacted Nadia." His expression sharpened. "The production studio? When" "Yesterday." "What did they want?" "Information about me." He came closer. "What information?" "He was asking for my name and other things." When I reached the question about my name, he stopped moving. "Exactly how did she phrase it?" "She said the man asked whether Elena Williams was my real name." "Did she get his number?" "He called the studio line. She said it showed as private." "Voice?" "She said he is a man." "Accent?" "I didn't interrogate her, so I have no idea." "I know." His hand went to his pocket, already reaching for his phone. "Michael." "I
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 33: Digging Into the Past
*Damian's POV*Martin Whitmore refused me twice before I stopped asking politely.We were in his office, surrounded by files that had belonged to my father, and the old lawyer dared to look bored by my anger."You represent the Cross family," I said."I represented your father. I represent you. Neither fact gives you unrestricted access to documents Richard deliberately sealed.""He is dead.""His instructions are not.""I am the executor of portions of his estate.""Portions."I leaned forward. "Cross Group is losing access to financing arranged during his lifetime. An anonymous investor has withdrawn support immediately after my divorce, and records show the arrangement began days after my wedding. If my father created this problem, I need to know."Martin removed his glasses and cleaned them with a handkerchief."Your father created many arrangements you never bothered to understand while he was alive.""I was running the company.""You were fighting with him.""Those are not mutua
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 32: Building Something Mine
*Elena's POV*By the end of the week, my dining table had disappeared beneath fabric swatches, invoices, sketches, and a production calendar covered in enough corrections to make me question whether I had ever run a fashion company before.I was comparing two supplier quotations when Michael walked in and placed a paper bag beside my laptop."Eat.""I already ate.""When?""This morning.""It is almost six."I kept reading. "I had crackers.""That is not lunch.""It is if you eat enough of them."He pulled out the chair opposite me. "How much is the shortfall?"I looked up. "What shortfall?""The one you have been calculating for the last twenty minutes.""I am calculating costs.""With the expression you use when numbers offend you personally."I closed the spreadsheet. "The fabric I want is more expensive than the one in the original projection.""How much more?""Very much.""That is not a number.""It is also not your problem."His mouth curved slightly. "There she is.""Who?""Th
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 31: The Missing Investor
*Damian's POV* The reconstructed investment report covered almost five years and made me angrier with every page. Ethan sat across from my desk while I read the figures. He had stopped trying to explain them after the third interruption. "Say it again," I told him. He rubbed a hand over his forehead. "Which part?" "The total." "Over five years, the private investment network injected approximately one point eight billion dollars into Cross Group through direct equity support, bridge financing, debt guarantees, and emergency liquidity facilities." I closed the folder. "One point eight billion dollars entered my company, and nobody thought I should know who controlled it?" "You knew we had private financing." "I knew my father had established financing relationships. That is not the same as knowing one anonymous party had been keeping us alive." Ethan shifted in his chair. "Richard negotiated the arrangement personally." "My father has been dead for years." "The confidentia
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 30: Someone Is Watching
*Michael's POV* Elena handed me her phone without saying anything. I read the message once, then again, although there was nothing complicated about it. Congratulations on the contract, Elena. The sender had managed to turn an ordinary sentence into a threat simply by knowing something they should not have known. "Did you reply?" I asked. "No." "Good." She folded her arms. "You said that yesterday about Damian." "And I was right yesterday too." "This isn't funny." "I know." I copied the number into my phone and sent it to the security consultant I had hired after the missing four minutes appeared in the building footage. Elena watched me from the other side of the kitchen island. "Who are you sending it to?" "Someone who can check where it came from." "Can they do that legally?" "They can find out what is publicly traceable." "That sounded carefully worded." "It was." She rubbed her palm over the sleeve of her robe. "Only a handful of people knew about the contract
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