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The black vehicle didn’t slow down.Lawson tasted blood every time the tires hit a bump.His wrists were zip-tied. Ankles bound. A needle still taped to his arm from the hospital IV Margaret had ripped out before dragging him through the emergency stairwell like stolen cargo.Across from him, Margaret Reynolds sat upright, immaculate despite the chaos, her silver hair pinned perfectly, gloves on.“You’re bleeding on my seats,” she said mildly.Lawson laughed hoarsely. “You broke me out of federal custody. I think upholstery should be the least of your concerns.”She tilted her head. “You’re not broken. Not yet.”He watched her carefully. “You always said I was the reckless one.”“And you always were,” she replied. “That’s why you’re useful.”The car turned sharply. Lawson’s shoulder slammed into the door.“Where are you taking me?” he asked.Margaret’s lips curved faintly. “To the only place Maxwell won’t think to look first.”Lawson’s eyes narrowed. “You underestimate him.”“No,” she

“Two heartbeats?” Maxwell repeated, his voice barely holding together.The doctor’s tone remained controlled but urgent. “Yes. It appears your wife is carrying twins.”Maxwell’s fingers tightened around the phone. “That’s not possible. We would have known.”“Early scans can miss a second fetus,” the doctor said. “Especially under stress conditions.”Maxwell’s pulse pounded violently in his ears.Twins.Two heirs.Margaret didn’t just want control.She wanted multiplication.Lawson stared at him. “What?”Maxwell ended the call slowly.“Twins,” he said.Lawson’s eyes widened.Amelia, standing just a few feet away, felt her knees weaken. “No…”Maxwell reached her instantly. “It’s confirmed.”Tears filled her eyes—not from fear this time, but shock.“Two?” she whispered, pressing her palm to her stomach.Maxwell nodded slowly.Lawson ran a hand through his hair. “She’ll go insane over that.”“She already has,” Maxwell muttered.Amelia’s breathing quickened. “Maxwell… she said she would co

“For Lawson.”The words barely left Amelia’s lips before the hospital room door opened.Two uniformed officers stepped inside.Lawson stood frozen in the conference room as Maxwell lowered the phone slowly from his ear.Every executive at the table watched him.“What is it?” Anita asked quietly.Maxwell’s voice was calm.Too calm.“The police are at the hospital,” he said. “They have a warrant.”Margaret’s expression didn’t change.“For who?” Lawson asked.Maxwell’s eyes lifted.“For you.”Silence cracked through the room like lightning.“That’s ridiculous,” Lawson said instantly. “On what grounds?”Maxwell didn’t answer.Instead, he walked straight toward him.“Hospital system breach,” Maxwell said quietly. “Unauthorized access to protected medical data. Attempted endangerment.”Lawson’s jaw clenched. “That’s fabricated.”Margaret tilted her head slightly. “Is it?”Lawson turned to her. “You—”“I didn’t do this,” she said smoothly. “In fact, this complicates matters for me.”The door

“Is he?”Maxwell didn’t blink.“My uncle died in a car accident,” he said evenly. “I attended the funeral.”Samuel’s gaze didn’t waver.“Did you see the body?”Silence.Amelia’s pulse thudded in her ears.Maxwell’s jaw tightened slightly.“No,” he admitted.Samuel nodded once.“The accident happened on a coastal highway. The vehicle burned. Closed casket. Identification based on dental records provided by a private firm.”Maxwell’s mind started assembling pieces with terrifying speed.“My uncle handled offshore expansions,” he said slowly. “He managed foreign subsidiaries before the consolidation.”“Yes,” Samuel replied. “He also managed asset transfers.”Amelia’s stomach twisted.“You’re saying he siphoned the funds?” she asked.“I’m saying,” Samuel said calmly, “that when Blackridge collapsed and Reynolds absorbed the remains, a third party redirected the core capital into a shell network.”Maxwell’s voice dropped.“And staged his death.”Samuel didn’t answer.He didn’t have to.The

“He’s going to decide whether we keep our children.”The words still hung in the detention room like smoke when Anita’s voice faded from the phone.Silence followed.Not the quiet kind.The suffocating kind.Maxwell stood unmoving, the phone still pressed to his ear long after the call ended.Margaret’s fingers tightened on the edge of the metal table.Samuel stared at nothing.Amelia felt like the floor had vanished beneath her.“No,” she whispered. “That’s not legal. That’s not possible.”Anita’s words replayed in Maxwell’s head.He legally changed his name years ago. He’s been serving as a federal magistrate under a different identity.Jonathan Reynolds.A federal magistrate.A judge.Amelia’s voice broke through again.“They check backgrounds. They check everything. You can’t just become a judge with a fake identity.”Maxwell slowly lowered the phone.“He didn’t fake it.”All eyes turned to him.“He buried Jonathan Reynolds,” Maxwell said quietly. “And built someone else.”Samuel’