Semua Bab The Anniversary He Forgot: Bab 11 - Bab 20

​Alex's fingers tightened around the old photograph as his breathing became shallow. The man circled in red was Richard Hale. Richard wasn't just one of Kendall Swan's former business partners—he was also Camille Mia's uncle.​"What..." Alex whispered, staring at the image. "This can't be right."​The security chief stepped closer, his brow furrowed. "You know him?"​Alex nodded slowly. "I've met him several times. He even attended my wedding."​"Then this changes everything," the security chief replied.​Alex turned the photograph over and stared at the words scribbled across the back: He betrayed everyone that night. His thoughts became a tangled mess. If Richard betrayed my father... Why was he still welcomed into our family? Nothing made sense anymore.​A Voice from the Past​Back at Swan Mansion, Kendall Swan stood alone in his study. Rain tapped softly against the windows as a glass of untouched whiskey rested in his hand. Suddenly, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen to s

​The Encrypted Signal​Alex stared intently at the blinking red dot on his phone.Nina's Apartment.His pulse quickened. "Who sent this?" he muttered to himself. There was no sender name, no phone number—nothing but a live location.​His head of security's voice crackled through the phone line. "Sir?"Alex snapped back to attention. "Keep tracing the sender.""We're trying, sir, but the signal is heavily encrypted."​Alex started his engine and shifted into gear. "I'm going there.""Sir, it could be a trap," the security chief warned."I know," Alex replied, steering into the busy traffic. "But if Javier is there... I can't ignore it."​With that, he ended the call and sped toward Nina's apartment.​Shadows on the Street​Across town, Nina stood behind her living room curtains, carefully monitoring the street below. The black SUV remained parked exactly where it had been twenty minutes earlier.​"It hasn't moved," she whispered.Javier walked over, and Nina pulled the curtain back jus

​Camille stared at her phone long after the anonymous call ended, the chilling warning echoing in her mind: "They'll think you betrayed them." Her heart pounded as the terrifying realization set in—someone had accessed her account, and they wanted her to take the fall. Without wasting another second, she grabbed her handbag and hurried to Alex’s office.​Inside the security room, Alex was intently studying the login records when one of the analysts cleared his throat. "Sir, the access originated from Miss Camille's executive account," the analyst reported. Alex folded his arms, remaining skeptical. "That doesn't prove she did it." Another analyst interjected, noting that the password had been entered correctly, though admitting it could have been stolen. "Then we don't accuse anyone until we have evidence," Alex commanded firmly, and the room nodded in agreement.​Just then, the door burst open and Camille rushed in, completely out of breath. "Alex," she gasped. He turned to face he

​BANG!​The gunshot shattered the silence, echoing violently through Swan Mansion. Camille screamed.​Alex immediately stepped in front of Kendall, shielding him. "Everyone, get down!"​The security guards instantly drew their weapons, forming a defensive wall. "Protect Mr. Swan!"​Downstairs, another loud crash erupted. Glass shattered, followed by the heavy, hurried sound of footsteps echoing through the dark hallway. Alex quickly switched on his phone's flashlight, cutting a narrow beam of light through the pitch black.​"Who's there?" he demanded.​No one answered. There was only a heavy, suffocating silence.​Then, a mocking, distorted laugh echoed from somewhere upstairs—the exact same voice from the anonymous phone calls. "You've always been too late, Alex."​Suddenly, the emergency lights flickered on, bathing the hallway in a dim, eerie red glow.​"Sir!" One of the guards pointed toward the staircase. "Movement on the second floor!"​Alex didn't hesitate. "I'm going."​Kendal

​The doorknob slowly turned. Once. Twice. Then it stopped.​Javier instinctively took a step backward. "Nina... call the police."​Without hesitation, Nina grabbed her phone, her fingers trembling as she dialed Inspector David Cole's number.​Outside the apartment, the two men exchanged a glance.​"She's suspicious," one of them whispered.​The other reached into the toolbox. "Forget pretending. Open it." He pulled out a thin metal lock-picking tool and carefully inserted it into the keyhole.​Click.​The lock began to give way.​Inside the apartment, Javier heard the faint metallic click. "They're picking the lock."​Nina's face drained of color as she looked at her phone. "The police aren't answering."​Javier quickly scanned the room. "We have to get out. The back staircase."​"This way," Nina nodded.​The two women hurried into the kitchen, but just as they reached the back door—​CRASH!​The front door exploded inward, splintering wood across the living room floor. The two fake m