Candy Asmus Leak Mga Nobela at Kwento

About funding the Project through shell companies and research facilities thAT never filed a single safety report. The air crackled with power, connections, and controls, each of the men bizarre figures of money just to fund Project Delphinium. Then Carl dropped the final bomb, his voice commmanding. "We've been been able to identify three different leaks," he said, his voice as smooth as oil. "Two have been neutralised. One unfortunately still remains a threat." he turned to me slowly, eyes gleaming. "Would you like to guess who Ms. Leon?" My heart dropped, the sound of blood rushing into my ear deafening as I stayed glued to the spot.

When he spoke again, his tone was tight. “Repeat that.” More silence. Then he ended the call slowly. My stomach twisted. “What did they say?” Harrison hesitated, then he spoke. “The digital signature used in the leak…” My heart pounded. “…came from inside my corporation.” And the next words froze the air in my lungs. “And the signature…” “…matches your ex’s name.” “Asher Adams.”

"I don't know. I don't understand. If you're mad at me, then explain to me why. I don’t know what's on your mind." “This is why I am sick of cooperating with stupid beings like you!” pointed Candy at Amora. This time she wasn't wearing her usual red suit. Maybe it was to help with her disguise. “I told you to walk down the tunnel so you can find the slave sales list. With that, you will be able to find out who your identity is! But you ARE WASTE THE CHANCE! YOU RUN LIKE A COWSTER!!!!” "I'm not running away!" Amora couldn't stand this bullshit accusation. Candy didn't know anything. “That night I was attacked by an assassin. I even almost died.”