Chapter 11

POV: Declan"Shut the door, Preston," Declan said, his eyes never leaving the security log on his tablet.Preston stepped into the office, the latch clicking behind him as he adjusted his grip on a secondary file. "The house physician signed the original medical log at eight p.m., sir. He confirmed the migraine. But the garage transponder shows Bridget’s vehicle left the lower level forty minutes later.""And the gate cameras?""Looped," Preston said, placing the printed manifest on the edge of the desk. "A twelve-minute blackout on the southern perimeter feed. Whoever took the car knew the blind spots in the lower ward tracking system."Declan leaned back, his hand resting on the arm of his chair. His voice dropped into that flat, corporate register. "Sloane was in the dining room until nine. I was with the audit team.""Yes, sir.""Then Bridget left the tower alone.""The transponder pings put the vehicle on the northern bridge heading toward the clinic district," Preston said. "But

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Chapter 12

POV: Sloane"You're tracking the wrong sister," Sloane said, stepping into the dim corridor outside Bridget's bedroom.Bridget froze halfway down the stairs, her fingers gripping the banister. She wasn't wearing the red dress anymore. She was in an oversized gray sweater that made her look small, almost fragile, if Sloane didn't know better. "What are you doing here?""I live here when I'm not playing the part of Declan's perfect acquisition," Sloane said, walking down the steps until she stood one tier above her sister. "The phone from Harbor Row. The one registered under my name. Who gave it to you, Bridget?"Bridget looked toward the kitchen, where Jamie's pencil was still scratching against the wooden table. "Lower your voice.""No," Sloane said, her voice dropping into that flat, dangerous rhythm she had used in Declan's office. "The time for lowering voices ended when Declan started looking at the garage logs. He knows the car left the perimeter. He knows about the transit tolls

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Chapter 13

POV: Declan"You're making a mistake with the timeline, Declan," Sloane said, her voice dropping into that flat, counting register she used when checking a balance sheet.Declan didn't release her arm. His fingers remained clamped around her sleeve, his thumb pressing into the wool just above her bare wrist. "The log doesn't lie, Sloane. The signature on the Vance logistics server matches the one on your charity revision down to the pixel.""Bridget has my digital key," she said, her chest moving in short, controlled breaths. "She took the token from my desk the night of the investor dinner.""The token requires a biometric backup," Declan said, his tone flattening as he stepped closer, crowding her against the concrete pillar of the service garage. "A thumbprint, Sloane. Your thumbprint.""I was asleep," she whispered, her gaze locked onto his cold, unblinking eyes. "The medication the house physician gave me for the migraine... I didn't wake up until six in the morning. Bridget was

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Chapter 14

Sloane's POVThe transit board placed Declan's authorization code on the main screen before the meeting had officially begun.Sloane saw it the moment she walked in. A single line of text projected onto the display behind the chairman's seat, timestamped, logged, and waiting for someone to explain it. The room was already full. Board members in their assigned positions, legal observers along the east wall, junior executives standing where chairs had run out. No one was looking at the screen. They were all looking at Declan.He was already seated at the head of the table. His posture was exactly what it always was. Controlled. Deliberate. The kind of stillness that was not calm but rather the thing that existed just before a decision became irreversible.Sloane took her seat three chairs down and did not look at him again.The meeting opened with procedure. The chairman spoke for four minutes about governance standards and fiduciary responsibility and the importance of transparent reco

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Chapter 15

Declan's POV---Declan locked the door himself.Not because he needed privacy from his own staff. Because this particular conference room was the only space in Shaw Tower with no active surveillance. He had built it that way intentionally, years ago, for conversations that could not be documented. He had used it twice. Both times to end something.He turned from the door.Sloane stood at the far end of the table. She had not sat down. She had not touched the water he placed near her when she walked in. She was watching him the way she watched everything, quietly, from a position that gave her the most information and cost her the least exposure."Sit down," he said."I am fine standing."He pulled out the chair across from his own and left it there. Then he sat, opened the file Preston had compiled, and began from the beginning."The Boston wire transfer. Walk me through it.""I already explained the Boston transfer.""Explain it again."She exhaled once. Then she did. The same accou

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บททั้งหมดของ THE WRONG TWIN HE MARRIED: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15