All Chapters of One Night with My Ex-Fiancé’s Ruthless Brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

(Keyla POV) Leo's excited voice cut through my thoughts. "Mom, is this treasure?" Leo held up the cufflink, tissue paper dangled from his other hand. Anything tiny and mysterious immediately became important to him that were small and interesting and obviously adult — with the combined energy of as far as Leo knew, he'd found a shiny object. I was halfway across the room. My head snapped up. I'd been packing the side pocket of my bag — passport, Leo's documents, the folder Priscilla had given me — and The search had already scattered things across the bed looking for his crayons. Leo trusted his own theories more than my answers were in my bag rather than his own, which they weren't, but convincing him otherwise would've taken longer than simply letting him look. His little hands always found the one thing I didn't want him touching. He'd found the velvet pouch in the outside pocket. I'd stopped keeping it in the inside zip months ago, complacency of a life abroad where no one kne

(Draxler POV) Nobody spoke while the archive loaded, old hotel systems were never in a hurry— the interface designed for a generation of IT infrastructure that treated speed as optional, the footage files large and uncompressed, the whole thing running on hardware that predated the renovation. Marcus had sourced the archive through a contact at the hotel's corporate parent rather than through Eleanor's formal request, which meant we had access to the same material Eleanor was waiting on, several hours ahead of her. The advantage was narrow and would close. Marcus clicked through the archive without rushing. Five years condensed into one timestamp. We were in the east study, door closed, Marcus's personal laptop rather than anything networked. The screen showed a grid of camera feeds — stills first, the way these archives presented — and Marcus moved through them methodically, the floor plan of the Aurelia Grand reconstructing itself in my memory as he went. Main entrance. Lobby.

(Keyla POV) Eleanor placed the document on the breakfast table beside the toast rack, in the specific position of something that was going to be discussed whether anyone wanted to discuss it or not. I'd come down early — Leo had woken at six and wanted cereal, and there was something about mornings in this house that made staying in the room feel worse than being in a room with Eleanor, which was a measure of how much I disliked that guest corridor. Leo was at the far end of the table with his bowl, more interested in whether the cereal floated than in anything the adults were doing. I looked at the document. It had a legal header. The name of a firm I didn't recognize, though the address was local, which meant it had been retained here rather than abroad. The language in the first paragraph was the formal kind — estate proceedings, minor named in protected clause, verification of familial connection required before provisions activated — and the second paragraph was brief and ver