บททั้งหมดของ REBORN TO LOVE MY FATHER-IN-LAW: บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

Dominic's POV "The intermediary's name," I told Reed over the phone, standing in my study doorway, "goes to no one else tonight. Not until I have spoken to Callum. Do you understand?" "Understood," Reed answered. "But Dominic, if this person is still inside the pack" "I know what it means," I cut in. "Sit on it until morning." I ended the call. I stood in the doorway for a moment and looked at the study. The map, plus the files. The desk where we had spent the last two hours planning counters to three fronts and had found a fourth hiding underneath all of them. The replacement listening device in the baseboard, quietly transmitted a version of events to Morrow that was two steps behind reality. The criminal complaint against me personally was already filed. Callum had the counter-response in motion. The documentation of my original land ownership predating the pack's establishment was thorough and complete and had been filed with two independent registries for decades. The comp

Reed's POV"Signal is clean," I told the monitor. "He is receiving everything we are putting out."Nobody answered because nobody was in the gate room at two in the morning except me and the equipment alongside the quiet hum of a transmission that Cassius Morrow believed was giving him the inside of Dark Eclipse's strategy in real time.It was not.For the past forty-eight hours, what Morrow had been hearing from the replacement device in Dominic's study was a carefully built fiction. I had scripted most of it myself, running it through the room in staged conversations between Dominic and Callum, with Scarlett and Reed standing in for the supporting voices, constructing a version of events in which the certified copy submission was hitting procedural resistance. In which the surveyor's testimony was being challenged on chain of custody grounds. In which Dominic was working hard and running behind.Every word of it was false.Every counter-move we were making was happening in rooms and

Lilith's POV"The intermediary is still inside the boundary," Reed told me, sitting down on the bench.He had come into the east garden fast, which meant whatever he had seen on the camera feed was not something that could wait for a comfortable entrance."You saw them on the northern corridor camera?" I asked."At the tree line," he confirmed. "For about four seconds before they stepped back." He looked at his phone. "Dagger has bikers moving to that section now. But four seconds is enough time to have already done whatever they came to do.""What would they come to do?"Reed looked at me. "That is what I cannot name."I looked at the garden wall and worked through it.The intermediary had introduced Baas to Morrow's team. They were inside this pack, which meant they had access to conversations, movements, and decisions. They had known about the criminal complaint when Baas did not, which meant their information channel to Morrow was separate from Baas's. They were still on the bound

Dominic's POV "It belongs to Cain," Reed's voice came through the phone. I took the phone from Scarlett's hand. "Say that again," I told him. "The second device," Reed repeated. "The one the prepaid phone messaged from the tree line. It is registered to Cain's account. His personal number is the receiving contact." A pause. "Dominic's name is saved as the contact label, but the device belongs to Cain." I looked at the cloth in my hand. Then I looked at Scarlett. "Stay on it," I told Reed. "Nothing moves without my instruction." I ended the call while I set the cloth on the desk. I picked up the formal letter Callum had brought up twenty minutes ago, the welfare investigation notification from the regional human governance body. Twenty-one days, inspectors. Three anonymous complaints, Morrow's public statement, and the community board photograph. I had been dealing with Morrow's instruments in sequence. I was done dealing with things in sequence. I called the briefing for ni

Dominic's POV"I have been waiting for you to put those on my desk," Cain mentioned commandingly.I set the last item down, which was the prepaid phone, the cloth, and the filing signature printout, three objects in a line on the desk between us, the desk that smelled of old paper and black tea, thirty-two years of a man keeping something he should have said out loud.I sat down.I did not utter a single word. I only looked at him with the same gaze I had used on every person I had needed a complete truth from, without the managed patience, without the Alpha authority layered over it. Just me, looking at him, waiting.Cain looked at all three objects.He folded his hands.Then he looked up."Thirty-two years," he began, his voice carrying the weight of something that had been pressed down so long it had taken the shape of the container. "I have been carrying this for thirty-two years, Dominic. I want you to understand that before I tell you, because I need you to understand the weight