Lahat ng Kabanata ng Nanny To The Billionaire's Secret Heir : Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Mrs Whitfield chose a private room at her attorney’s office for the meeting, which disappointed Grayson only because her request to speak privately had briefly suggested she intended to come without legal protection. Instead, her attorney waited outside the room; Grayson’s lawyer occupied another office down the hall, and both sides had agreed that anything involving the investigation would eventually need to be repeated formally. The arrangement gave them privacy without allowing either person to pretend this was an ordinary family conversation.Grayson arrived first.Mrs Whitfield entered several minutes later carrying a folder she did not open. She looked different from the woman who had stood at her front door while Theo was missing. That night, fear had stripped away every careful expression. Today, she was composed again, although not enough to hide how little sleep she had managed.She sat across from him.“I assume you’ve seen the payments.”“I’ve seen six.”Her mouth tightene

The name beside Grayson’s entry in Marcus Reed’s encrypted archive bothered him until nearly two in the morning, although the investigators warned him that it did not necessarily mean Marcus had recorded him directly. The index had been damaged during deletion, and several recovered labels appeared to refer to subjects rather than participants. Until the audio itself was restored, nobody could tell whether the file contained Grayson’s voice, a conversation about him or material Marcus had collected for leverage. Grayson understood the distinction. Understanding it did very little to make sleep easier.By morning, the search for Marcus had expanded beyond the investigators working on the document manipulation. His lawyer confirmed that law enforcement had obtained additional financial records and was coordinating with authorities in the areas where Marcus had maintained business contacts. His accounts had not gone completely dormant after his disappearance. S

The recording lasted forty-three minutes, but the first ten were enough to destroy the version of events the Whitfields had originally given investigators. Grayson listened in his lawyer’s office with Marielle beside him and two investigators across the table. Nobody interrupted except to identify voices when necessary. Marcus had recorded the meeting clearly enough that there was little dispute about who had spoken, and the timestamp placed it three days before the Whitfields filed for the expedited review that eventually removed Theo from Grayson’s home.Mrs. Whitfield was present, along with one of the family’s legal advisers, another consultant and Marcus. Mr. Whitfield joined by phone for part of the discussion. Their concern at the beginning was straightforward. The information Marcus had provided about Cole Maritime created an opportunity to argue that Grayson’s life had become unstable, but their attorney was uncertain whether corporate trouble

Marielle did not touch the first page again after reading it twice. She sat with her hands clasped beneath the table while the investigator moved to the next document, and Grayson understood why. For months, they had wanted proof strong enough that nobody could explain Alfred’s innocence away as a daughter defending her father or a Cole attempting to repair an old scandal. Now the proof sat in front of them in the handwriting of the man who had arranged the lie, and seeing it was nothing like the relief either of them had imagined.The investigators had recovered thirty-seven scanned pages from the encrypted drive. Some were ordinary financial records that supported material already in their possession. Others were copies of correspondence between Grayson’s father and Jonathan Cole. The most important documents were handwritten notes photographed before the originals disappeared from company records. Forensic examiners still needed to authenticate the images against known handwriting

Marielle did not open the letter immediately. She carried it from the study to the living room, sat down, then stood again because sitting felt wrong. Grayson followed without asking what she needed from him. He understood that the answer might change every few seconds. The letter was several years old, written long after Alfred left Cole Maritime but before the final decline in his health, and the investigators had found it among personal papers Julian recovered while tracing the historical records. There was no evidence Alfred ever intended it to become part of an investigation.That made it harder to touch.The regulatory report had been written for institutions. It contained dates, findings and conclusions that could be defended in courtrooms and boardrooms. This envelope belonged to a father and his daughter.Her name was written across the front in Alfred’s familiar hand.Marielle traced the first letter with her thumb.“I don't know why I'm scared to read it.”Grayson sat besid