Marcus stood in the middle of his office, his chest heaving, his fists clenched at his sides. The USB drive was gone. The evidence was gone. And Victoria—his dead, buried, forgotten wife—was alive.He picked up his phone and dialed a number he knew by heart."Blackwood," he said, his voice tight. "I need you at the penthouse. Now."Thirty minutes later, a tall, lean man with a shaved head and cold, grey eyes sat across from Marcus in the study. His name was Silas Blackwood, and he was the best private investigator money could buy. He had worked for governments, for cartels, for men who needed secrets kept and problems solved. He was not a man who was easily impressed or easily rattled.But even he raised an eyebrow when Marcus told him the truth."Let me get this straight," Blackwood said, his voice flat. "Your wife, who you tried to kill three years ago, is alive. She's been living under a fake identity. She's been working in your company for the past week. And she just stole a copy
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