All Chapters of The Ex-Wife Revenge Plan.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Jackson's POVI looked at the email notification that blinked on my encrypted screen—a letter from a overseas author at a European agency. My pulse beat faster as I opened it. The letter was brief, but its words sent shivers down my spine: there was increasing evidence to suggest that the sabotage of Bhutan was not a one-off. It was plotted by a influential, shadowy network with influence in multiple countries.I took a deep breath and dialed my safe line to catch a call with Ingrid in Frankfurt, a person I knew who had good information. As the connection clicked on, I told her, "Ingrid, it's Jackson. I need your latest opinion on the latest news about the consortium."Her level voice came over, "Jackson, I've been following some big-time financial transfers, and there's a pattern building that suggests a concerted effort. The numbers, the timing—they all yell that this is no anomaly."I grabbed my notebook, writing down points as she spoke. "What kind of pattern are we seeing?"In br

James's POVI journeyed to Frankfurt with a purpose.a quest to dig deeper into the money center that had become the hub of rumor and off-the-record talk. Movement thrummed in the atmosphere at the central station, and I strode with purposeful resolve. Our opponent was not acting alone, I was sure. Rumor had led me thus far, and I was determined to uncover secret links between movers and shakers and consortium members.I checked into a modest hotel on the edge of the financial district, and then I set off with my locked phone. I had one definite strategy: attempt to blend in, stay on the beaten path, and pick up any on-the-record interview cautiously. I had arranged a sit-down with one of my reliable sources, a low-key journalist by the name of Lars who wrote about financial scandal. There were whispers of clandestine meetings between high-ups and consortium officials, Lars told me. I may be able to dig up these secret links if I could get closer.Lars met me in a dingy, backstreet caf

Kylie's POVI was in my office late one afternoon, working, when the tip arrived—a secret message from one of our external sources. I nearly spilled my coffee cup as I read the message: an international investors' secret summit was being called. The summit was not another industry conference; it was secret, open to only a very select few. There were rumors that these investors were the masterminds behind those groups that undermined the stability of Bhutan. I shivered.I called my Chief of Strategy, Elena. "Elena, I need a meeting now in my office. It's about an underground meeting of international investors."In minutes, Elena was in my office, her eyes narrowed. "Kylie, what's wrong? You're tense.".I leaned forward, not in the least reluctant. "I've just received word of a summit that no one's publicly listed. It's by invitation only, for the crème de la crème of foreign investors, and I believe they're being courted by our enemies—by the other consortium to undermine us from the i

Jackson's POVI was back at my desk at headquarters in Bhutan, the hum of computers and soft pecks of keyboards sounding almost hypnotic. The trail of our recent operations placed me on high alert. Every intercepted message, every new anomaly in the electronic trail, made me more confident that our opponent was active. I realized we had to act fast; time was crucial.I opened the monitoring program and issued commands, cranking up our online watchfulness on all things offshore and in-house messages. "Come on, give me something," I muttered as I waded through a maze of jumbled logs and financial data. My fingers danced across the keyboard as I applied filters that would flag any out-of-pattern activity.My phone buzzed with a secure text from Mia: "Jackson, increased activity noted on channel B-21. Suspect hostile maneuver. Please consult." I scowled. This could be the cue I'd been waiting for.I quickly grabbed the secure conference button and called Marcus, our lead on financial surv

James's POVI came back to headquarters with racing heart and a folder of fresh information clutched tightly in my hand. The trip had been long, but I knew I couldn't let go of any lead. Today, I was meeting an unexpected surprise—a former competitor turned informant. His name had been unfamiliar to me for months, and now this meeting could be the one to unleash even deeper depths of the conspiracy.I made my way to a secure, nameless meeting room set up at a distant location outside the city. I had been told discretion was essential, so I had chosen a middle ground where words would not be overheard. I sat in a small, round table, fingers drumming softly as I waited for my contact. My phone buzzed with a secure text: "I'm here. Name's Victor.". Find me in the blue jacket."The door had opened quietly a minute after that. A man in a blue jacket came in. His eyes were etched with experience and his face a combination of cautious resolve. He sat down opposite me."James, I'm Victor," he