บททั้งหมดของ Not just a billionaire : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 25

Lena didn’t knock.She stormed into Mira’s office like a woman possessed, the door slamming behind her with a crack that silenced everyone in the hallway.Mira looked up from her laptop, startled—then wary. “Lena.”Lena held up her phone. “Cole Harmon. Ring a bell?”Mira’s expression didn’t change—but her fingers curled just slightly on the desk.“I know who he is,” she said slowly.“And you met him,” Lena said, voice sharp. “Two nights ago. You handed him something. Then lied to my face.”Mira stood, posture cold. “Lower your voice.”“No.” Lena slammed the phone on the desk. “I trusted you. Rafael trusted you.”Mira crossed her arms. “And I’ve done nothing but protect him.”“You gave information to Tyson’s fixer.”“It wasn’t his fixer I was meeting,” Mira snapped. “Not at first. Cole and I had a deal years ago—he owed me. I thought he could help me find Tyson’s next move. But he turned. Tried to leverage what I gave him.”Lena narrowed her eyes. “What did you give him?”Mira hesitate

The Manhattan skyline shimmered like a crown of glass and steel as Rafael’s private jet descended through streaks of early morning cloud. Below, the city pulsed with its usual frenetic energy—except this time, Lena wasn’t just visiting.She was stepping onto a battlefield.Rafael stood by the window of the jet, arms folded, his jaw carved in stone. Lena sat across from him, a tablet in her lap displaying floor plans of Wyatt Enterprises’ upper floors.“So Monica had access to the encrypted employee contact list,” she said, tapping her finger. “She could’ve passed your number to anyone. Or—she is the one feeding them everything.”“She had no clearance for executive files,” Rafael muttered. “But Mira did.”Lena looked up. “You still think Mira’s involved?”“I don’t want to,” he said softly. “But she was closer to my life than anyone before you. If she wanted to hurt me, she knows exactly how.”Lena swallowed the jealousy burning in her throat. “Then let’s make sure she doesn’t get the c

Rain fell in icy sheets outside the penthouse windows, casting shadows across the room like broken glass. Lena sat on the edge of Rafael’s bed, scrolling through security reports and surveillance logs. None of it made sense.“How do they keep getting in?” she murmured.“Someone’s giving them access,” Rafael said, emerging from the closet in a crisp black shirt and slacks. His hair was still damp from the shower, and the tension in his jaw hadn’t softened since the photo message. “They’re not just watching us—they’re inside.”“Then we need to flush them out.”He paused, met her eyes. “Are you sure you’re ready for that?”“I didn’t come this far to flinch now.”By noon, they were back at Wyatt Enterprises. Lena wore a sleek maroon dress and heels that clicked like warning shots on the marble floors. Her presence sent a ripple through the staff.This time, she didn’t flinch.Rafael had cleared the executive floor except for a small handful of trusted advisors, including Devon Miles, his