บททั้งหมดของ Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Emilia's POV,"Shut it down," Thomas said the moment Brody told him about the financial breach, already reaching for his phone. "If this touches Callahan's private holdings, we're talking about exposure in the hundreds of millions, sir, we cannot afford to leave that door open for even an hour.""Wait." I held up a hand before he could dial. "If you shut it down now, whoever's inside just disappears and resurfaces somewhere else we can't see. We lose them completely.""So what, we just let them keep stealing from me?" Brody's voice was sharp, his jaw tight."We let them think they're still winning." I pulled a chair up to the terminal, my mind already racing ahead. "We build a controlled section of the system, isolated, monitored, and we plant something inside it valuable enough that whoever's watching can't resist taking the bait."Brody studied me for a long moment, something calculating behind his ice-blue eyes. "And if they realize it's a trap?""Then we've lost nothing we actuall

Serena's POV,I found the transfer records by accident, buried in a folder on my father's study desk that he'd forgotten to lock.Vance Capital Partners. The same underwriting bank Gerald had mentioned in passing, the same network of shell companies I'd assumed belonged entirely to him.My hands were shaking by the time I stormed into his office."Explain this." I slapped the folder down on his desk, scattering pages across the polished mahogany. "Why is our family's firm connected to the same network attacking Callahan Global?"My father didn't even look up from his newspaper. "I don't know what you're talking about, Serena.""Don't." My voice cracked with fury. "I'm not leaving until you explain this! I've spent weeks running a scandal that's blown up in my face, and the whole time, you've been quietly funding something far bigger behind my back?"He finally set the paper down. His eyes moved over my face, lingering for a moment before he leaned back in his chair, his fingers tappin

Brody's POV,Eight years I'd stood at that grave believing a lie."Say that again," I said."Brody...""Say it again, Mom." My voice came out like gravel. "The doctors said heart failure. That it was sudden, natural, no autopsy. I signed the papers myself.""You signed what they put in front of you." Her hand tightened around mine. "So did I."I pulled free and walked to the window, because if I stayed near that box I was going to tear it open, and I wasn't ready for what was inside."How did you know about the shell companies?" I turned back. "That file never left this building."She hesitated. "An envelope came to my house yesterday. No return address. Copies of the filings, and one word written across the top.""Kingmaker," Emilia said quietly.My mother nodded.Somebody wanted her standing in my living room tonight. I filed that away sharply, for later."Why did you hide it?" I asked."Three weeks before he died, your father stopped sleeping." Her eyes dropped to the box. "He lock

Emilia's POV,My father didn't ask what I was holding. He just looked at the folder in my hand and said, "Sit down, sweetheart."That was how I knew he'd been waiting.The room at St. Jude was quiet except for the soft rhythm of the monitors. He looked smaller against the pillows than he had a week ago, but his eyes were sharp, sharper than they'd been in months."You saw the news," I said."Every channel, Emi. The gala, the doctor, Benjamin in handcuffs." A tired smile crossed his face. "I've been lying here waiting for you to tell me yourself. I figured you'd come when you were ready.""That's not why I'm here." My hands were shaking, so I laid the page on the blanket instead of handing it to him. "Dad, why is your name on this?"He looked at it for a long time.The color drained out of his face, slowly, like someone had pulled a plug. His fingers drifted toward the paper and stopped an inch away, as if it might burn him."Where did you find that?""Brody's father kept a file. It's

Brody's POV,A power failure takes the lights. It doesn't take the locks, the cameras, the monitors and the backup in the same second."Thomas." I kept my voice level in the dark. "Everything went at once?""Everything, sir. Power, generators, security network, door controls.""Then it's not a failure."I was already moving. Emilia's fingers caught my sleeve."My father.""Guards are on his door. Stay here.""No.""Emilia.""Don't." Her grip tightened. "I'm not sitting in a dead plant room while someone walks these halls."I didn't have time to win that argument. I took her hand instead."Stay behind me. Touch the wall."Thomas's flashlight cut a thin white line down the corridor. Every electronic door we passed had swung loose on its dead magnets, hanging open like broken jaws. The hospital sounded wrong without its hum, just far-off shouting and the squeak of nurses' shoes on tile.Somewhere in the dark, a man was using that confusion."Radio your teams," I told Thomas. "Her father'