All Chapters of His Dirty Little Niece: (Uncle X, I want you): Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Aurora’s POV “Steve, start from the beginning,” I said as I dropped into the chair across from him. “What exactly did you pull from the archived correspondence?” Steve didn’t look up from the two monitors in front of him. “I went through every internal memo and inter-office letter from the founding era onward. The title ‘Custodian’ never appears on any official organizational chart. Not once. It was always passed quietly through handwritten notes in private ledgers. There were never any formal appointments.” Xavier leaned against the desk beside me, his arms folded across his chest. “So it was passed from one person to the next whenever leadership changed?” “Exactly,” Steve replied. “One trusted person to another. Their job was to keep the confidential agreements, hidden account numbers, and every piece of evidence that could bring the entire network down if it ever came to light.” I rubbed my temples as I tried to make sense of it. “So they’re not the mastermind?” “No,” Steve c

Xavier’s POV “Steve, tighten every layer of security around Aurora starting now. I want two teams on her at all times, one visible and one invisible. No exceptions,” I ordered the moment the last transport vehicle pulled away from the warehouse, keeping my eyes on the convoy until the taillights disappeared into the distance. Steve didn’t argue. He pulled out his tablet and started working as we headed toward the remaining command vehicle. “I’m already drafting the rotation. Law enforcement just confirmed the surveillance logs covered more than Aurora. They tracked the entire investigation team for weeks, including meeting times, vehicle plates, and even the coffee runs,” he explained, his expression grim as he scrolled through the information. I slowed my steps, the weight of the discovery settling heavily on my shoulders. “They’re not reacting to us anymore. They planned several moves ahead of every step we took,” I said, glancing back toward the warehouse. Steve nodded. “There’

Aurora’s POV “Perimeter is secure. No heat signatures inside, and we’re cleared to enter,” the tactical commander announced as he scanned the warehouse from behind the officers surrounding the entrance, his attention moving from one dark window to another before he finally gave the signal to proceed. Steve glanced down at his tablet and adjusted the strap of his equipment bag. “Forensics and legal are with us. Every box gets catalogued before it leaves this site,” he reminded the team, his tone firm enough to make it clear that nobody was going to rush the evidence. I stepped out beside Xavier and looked across the abandoned warehouse, trying to imagine how something this important had remained hidden for so long. “The letter said the archive is underneath. Where’s the access?” I asked, turning toward the nearest officer. He pointed toward a rusted service door near the loading bay and explained, “There’s a reinforced stairwell behind that door. The sensors confirm there’s a climate

Xavier’s POV “Steve, focus everything on the final witness. That sentence isn’t a threat; it’s a target list. We need to find whoever they still consider a living problem,” I said as soon as the sealed notebook was logged into evidence, my eyes still fixed on the names written across its final page. Steve pulled up Daniel’s old investigation files alongside the police archives. “I’ve been cross-referencing every name Daniel flagged against closed death records. One file keeps coming up wrong,” he said, tapping the screen. I leaned over the desk. “Show me,” I said, watching as he opened the file. “Someone connected to the original financial structure was officially declared dead twelve years ago in a car accident. But the death certificate has three signatures that don’t match the attending physicians, the supporting documents were altered within forty-eight hours, and the body was never formally identified by next of kin,” Steve explained, his expression darkening. “The file was s

Aurora’s POV “I’m opening it now. No more waiting and no more sealed rooms. We read it here,” I said, holding the envelope steady beneath the portable lights while Xavier, Steve, and the investigators watched. “Recording is live, legal is present, so go ahead,” Xavier replied, giving me a firm nod as he stood close enough that I could feel his presence beside me. “Every page gets photographed before anyone else touches it,” Steve added, adjusting the evidence camera until the lens was directly focused on my hands. I broke the seal carefully, unfolded the thick sheet, and began reading aloud. “‘To Aurora Hayes. If you have reached this room, then the nameplates and the empty chair have already told you part of the story. I am the fifth founder, the one whose name was scratched from the wood. Daniel Hayes never discovered the entire truth before he died. He uncovered the financial fraud with more precision than any of us expected, but he never learned who was secretly controlling th