Todos los capítulos de Nanny To The Billionaire's Secret Heir : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

The room was at the far end of the upstairs hallway, away from the bedrooms that had taken the worst of the rain. One of the staff members had already placed fresh towels beneath the small leak near the window, and a portable lamp sat on the bedside table because the electricity still hadn't returned. Marielle stood in the doorway, looking at the single bed, then at Grayson. She didn't need him to say anything. His expression said enough. “I'll sleep somewhere else,” he said. Marielle frowned. “Where?” “The sofa downstairs.” “You've seen the storm.” “I've seen it.” “And you've seen the windows downstairs?” He sighed. “Yes.” “Then you're not sleeping down there.” He looked at the bed again. “Marielle.” “We're adults.” She stepped into the room and dropped her overnight bag beside the wardrobe. “We can survive one night in the same room.” Grayson gave her a long look. “You sound very confident.” “I'm trying to.” “That's different.” She turned to him. “Do you have a better idea?” He opene

The first camera flashed before their car reached the gate.Marielle blinked and looked through the window, thinking she had imagined it after hours of travel. Then another flash came, followed by three more, and Theo stopped talking halfway through whatever he had been saying about the seashells in his backpack. Reporters crowded both sides of the entrance, some pressed against the barriers while others lifted cameras over their heads. Grayson swore under his breath and reached for his phone. “Daddy, why are they here again?” Theo asked. Grayson looked up from the screen. His face had changed already. The man who had walked barefoot on the beach, lost arguments to a seven-year-old and counted Marielle’s sighs in the middle of the night had disappeared somewhere between the boat and the city. This was the Grayson everyone else knew. Straight shoulders. Hard mouth. Phone in hand. “They're not coming inside,” he told Theo. “But why are they here?” “Because they have nothing better to do

Grayson ordered the audit before the investigator had finished his coffee.Marielle wasn't surprised. Sitting around waiting had never been one of Grayson's strengths, and the possibility that somebody inside Cole Maritime had tampered with her father's records seemed to have made him even less patient. By eight the following morning, three senior members of the company's legal and compliance teams were crowded around the long table in his office, laptops open, old organisational charts spread between them. Marielle sat beside Grayson with a cup of coffee she had forgotten to drink. The investigator occupied the chair opposite them. “I want every person who had access to those authorisation levels identified,” Grayson said. “Not next week. Today.” The head of compliance adjusted his glasses. “We're talking about records that are more than a decade old. Some employees have left the company. Two are dead. The system itself doesn't exist anymore.” “I'm aware.” “Then you understand this w

The first missing file was easy to dismiss. The second was harder.By the time the audit team discovered the fourth, nobody in the conference room was calling it a coincidence anymore. Marielle sat near the end of the table while one of the compliance officers explained what they had found. Or, more accurately, what they hadn't found. Grayson stood by the window with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, a cup of coffee untouched on the ledge beside him. He had been there since before Marielle arrived, and judging by the dark circles beneath his eyes, she doubted he'd slept much. “Four files?” he asked. “Four that we've confirmed,” the officer replied. “There may be more.” Grayson turned. “How does someone lose four files during an audit?” “They weren't lost during the audit.” “Then when?” The officer hesitated. “We don't know yet.”That answer went down badly. Grayson walked back to the table and pulled the report toward him. “You have access logs.” “We do, but that's the problem. There

Marielle knew something had happened when Grayson stopped halfway through pouring his coffee. They were in the kitchen, Theo still upstairs because he had decided getting dressed for school was apparently a task that required twenty minutes and three reminders. Marielle had been cutting strawberries when Grayson's phone vibrated on the counter. He glanced at the screen, picked it up, and went completely still. Coffee continued pouring until it reached the rim of his cup and spilt onto the counter.“Grayson.”He didn't answer. Marielle grabbed a cloth before the coffee reached his trousers. “You're making a mess.”“I know.”He clearly hadn't noticed. His thumb moved across the screen, and whatever he was reading made his jaw tighten.“What is it?”Instead of answering, he handed her the phone.The headline was enough.COLE MARITIME FACES QUESTIONS OVER HISTORIC FINANCIAL MISCONDUCTMarielle read the first paragraph, then the second. By the third, the cloth in her hand had stopped movin