บททั้งหมดของ Playing The Billionaire's Revenge Queen : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 55

Brody's POV,Serena Vance had never been the sort of person who could walk into a room without making sure everyone noticed her.That was what bothered me.By nine that morning, Thomas had gone through every detail of her apartment. Her bed was made, her closet was full, and her passport was still in the drawer of her nightstand. Her car hadn't moved from the garage, and the keys were sitting in the cup holder. The last signal from her phone had come from a tower two blocks away at 12:20 a.m. After that, nothing."No flights, no train tickets, no rental cars," Thomas said, scrolling through his phone. "We haven't found any card transactions either. It's like she vanished into thin air.""She didn't run from us."He looked up. "You think someone took her?""I think she knew she was in trouble." I studied the photograph of her open nightstand drawer. "If she were running from the police, she'd have taken her passport. She left it behind, along with her car. Whatever happened, she wasn't

Emilia's POV,"Not the stairs!" Serena hissed, grabbing my sleeve and yanking me back. "They'll cut us off. This way."She shoved a bookshelf, and it swung inward on a hinge, revealing a narrow, pitch-black corridor packed with paper stock and drums of glue.I stared at her. "You have got to be kidding me.""I walked every exit two weeks ago," she whispered. "Just in case."A BANG shook the reading room behind us. Wood splintered.I didn't look back. I ran.My coat caught on the corner of a shelf and ripped halfway off my shoulder. I yanked myself free without stopping, leaving it hanging there with the tracker still sewn into the collar. Behind me, Serena pulled the bookshelf shut just as another crash echoed through the room.We stumbled down a steep, narrow stairwell, feeling our way through the dark. Serena's breathing came in short, ragged gasps. Mine was worse. Above us, boots pounded across the floorboards, followed by the scrape of furniture being shoved aside."She's not up h

Emilia's POV,By morning, the staircase on Thomas's chart had become a wall."Eleven percent of daily volume," he said, setting the figures down on the glass table. "Forty brokers. All small lots.""Market manipulation," Brody said, rubbing his jaw. "Someone's trying to unsettle the board and push the stock price in one direction or the other."I'd been awake for thirty hours, surviving on cold coffee, but something about the pattern didn't sit right with me.Manipulators wanted attention. They bought in large blocks, sold just as loudly, and made sure everyone knew something was happening.This buyer was doing the opposite."If they wanted to move the price, they would've done it by now." I pulled the sheet closer and studied the figures again. "The price has barely moved. They're not trying to influence the market, Brody. They're building a position."He glanced at me. "For what?""Votes."The room fell silent. Brody's eyes met mine."Ten percent," he said. "Under the bylaws, any sh