Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Doctor's Unwilling Wife : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

chapter hundred-twoEmilyThe words stayed with me long after Daniel finished explaining them.Escorted by authorized personnel.Someone had entered the restricted administrative corridor on the day the camera stopped working. The system recorded a temporary credential, but the identity field was blank. Whoever had been responsible for keeping the records had left us with just enough information to know something happened—and not enough to establish who had done it.I turned the printed access log over in my hands.“Who was authorized to escort visitors into that corridor?”Daniel leaned back in his chair. “That’s what I asked the contractor. They said the authorization list was maintained by our hospital’s administration, not their security company.”“So we’ve been sent back to our own records.”“Unfortunately.”Seth sat beside me, his injured arm resting carefully against his body. His complexion had improved over the past few days, but the fatigue around his eyes remained. He had i

chapter hundred-fourEmilyDaniel called me at nine fifteen the next morning.“I've spoken to the maintenance company.”I pushed aside the breakfast I hadn't touched. “And?”“They found the service report for the camera inspection. It was marked as an ordinary maintenance visit, but there's a problem with the authorization.”I reached for my pen. “What problem?”“The technician who completed the work didn't receive the request directly from our facilities department. The appointment was arranged through an external contact.”My fingers tightened around the phone.“Do they have a name?”“Not on the original report. But they have a telephone number.”Finally, something we could actually follow.“Send it to me.”“I've already sent it to the security team. They'll check whether the number can be traced through the company's records. I didn't want us contacting anyone before we understood what we were dealing with.”“Good thinking.”“I have my moments.”“Don't ruin them by talking too much

chapter hundred-sixEmilyBy the time I returned to my office, I had replayed Martin Cole's statement so many times that I could practically hear his voice.Tall. Dark suit. Visitor pass. Hale.It wasn't much, but it was the first time someone had described the person who might have been inside the restricted corridor during the camera inspection.I placed my notebook on the desk and called Daniel.“Have you found anything?”“I'm working on it,” he replied. “The security team has located the original visitor register, but the entry for M. Hale doesn't include an identification number.”I closed my eyes briefly.“Of course it doesn't.”“There's something else. The register records the time the pass was issued, but the return time was entered manually. Whoever recorded its return didn't sign their name.”“Can we establish who was working at reception?”“We have the duty roster. I'm checking it against the security staff assigned to the building that day.”“Good. I want to know who issue

chapter hundred-eightEmilyI couldn't stop thinking about the security records.Every time I believed we were close to an answer, another gap appeared. The visitor pass had been issued under the name M. Hale, the camera inspection had been arranged through an external contact, and someone had entered the restricted administrative corridor twice without leaving a complete record.Now we had evidence that the second entry involved a departmental credential, but we still couldn't establish who had used it.I sat at my desk, reviewing the documents Daniel had gathered, when my phone rang.“Emily, are you still at the hospital?” Seth asked.“Yes. I'm trying to understand why our security system has more holes than a fishing net.”He chuckled. “That bad?”“Worse. At least a fishing net has a purpose.”“Have you eaten?”I glanced at the clock.“Why does everyone keep asking me that?”“Because you forget.”“I do not.”“Emily.”“Fine. I'll eat something.”“Thank you, sweetheart.”I paused at

chapter hundred-tenEmilyBy eight the next morning, I was already in my office, staring at the documents Daniel had left on my desk.For days, we had been chasing fragments. A visitor pass with a questionable name. A camera inspection nobody could account for. An escort authorization with no escort identified. Now, the records showed that someone had bypassed the normal maintenance procedure and used the executive administration channel to make it happen.The question was no longer whether something unusual had occurred.It was who had made it possible.My phone rang.“Tell me you have something useful,” I said when Daniel answered.“I do. But I think you'll want to see it yourself.”“Daniel, I'm not in the mood for suspense.”“Then come to the administrative records room. I've found the original routing sheet.”I grabbed my notebook and left.Daniel was waiting beside a computer, three folders spread across the table. He looked as though he had barely slept.“You look terrible,” I t