Todos los capítulos de Too Late, Mr. Cross: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Damian's POV The metadata report arrived at 2:13 in the morning. Ethan called at 2:14. "You need to see this." "I am looking at it." "No. Page seventeen." I scrolled. The file in question was an acquisition model Cross Group had accused Elena of leaking three years earlier. At the time, the evidence had seemed overwhelming. A competitor had received the model before our negotiation closed. A witness claimed Elena had been seen entering a Henderson-owned building. Financial records showed transfers from an account connected to one of her companies. I had confronted her at dinner, but she denied everything. I had called her a liar. Now page seventeen showed the original file history. Created on a Cross server and copied to an external data room. Accessed through a Henderson Industries credential forty-six hours before Elena supposedly transmitted it. I read the timestamp again. "Who had that credential?" I asked. Ethan was silent. "Say it." "Exe

Elena’s POV Michael was in the kitchen when I came home. I knew because I heard the cabinet door close before I had finished removing my shoes, followed by the muted sound of something being set on the counter. “You’re back.” His voice reached me from the kitchen with the same warmth it had carried every evening since I moved in. I placed my bag beside the console and stood there for a moment with my hand resting on the strap. Before this morning, coming home to Michael had meant relief. Now I knew that years before I married Damian, Michael had already known I was connected to Williams Holdings. He had asked Jonathan about my inheritance, the trust, my father, even what would happen if my marriage ended. He had watched me discover those things for the first time and pretended to discover them with me. I walked into the kitchen. Michael had loosened the sleeves of his shirt and rolled them halfway up his forearms. A plate sat beside the stove, covered with foil.

Damian’s POV Ethan had already called twice by the time I reached the office. I returned neither call until I was behind my desk with the original investigation file open in front of me. The photograph was exactly as I remembered it. Elena entering the lobby of Henderson Industries at 8:43 p.m., three nights before Cross Group lost the Carrington acquisition. At least, that was what I had believed I was looking at five years ago. I had carried that photograph home. I had put it in front of Elena while she was eating dinner and asked how long she intended to keep lying to me. She had stared at it for several seconds before saying she had never been inside Henderson headquarters. I had laughed. The memory annoyed me enough that I closed the file. My phone rang again. “What?” Ethan did not bother commenting on my greeting. “We found him.” I sat back. “The witness?” “Graham Keller. He moved to Connecticut three years ago. Works independently now.” “Doing what?” “Corporat

Elena’s POV Michael was already awake when I came downstairs. I had slept badly enough that the time on my phone had become irritating sometime after four. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the black laptop tucked against Michael’s side and the careful way he had crossed the hallway toward his study. I had eventually returned to bed without following him. That decision felt sensible in daylight. Michael glanced up from his coffee when I entered the kitchen. “You look rested.” “I appreciate your commitment to dishonesty.” “That bad?” “I spent half the night arguing with a pillow.” “Did it win?” “Comfortably.” He smiled and nudged a mug toward the empty chair beside him. I sat. The coffee had already been made the way I liked it. Michael had been doing that since the second week I moved into his apartment. The first time, I had accused him of putting too much milk in it. The next morning, there had been less. It was ridiculous that I remembered that now. “You have meet

Rosalie’s POVDamian let my call ring long enough that I nearly ended it myself.When he finally answered, he didn't even bother to greet.“What is it?”I looked down at the untouched glass beside me.“That is becoming a charming habit.”“I’m working.”“You were always working before.”“And?”“And you still managed to sound like a person.”He said nothing to that.I turned the glass slowly between my fingers.“I haven’t heard from you.”“You just did.”“Damian.”“What?”There had been a time when I could tell what kind of day he was having from that one word. Whether something had gone wrong at Cross, whether Elena had irritated him, whether Richard’s name had been dragged into another argument.I used to know before he told me.Now he sounded as though he were speaking to someone he had no intention of inviting closer.“What’s going on with you?”“Nothing.”“That is not true.”“You called to argue?”“I called because you’ve been avoiding me.”“I’ve been busy.”“You’ve been busy for f