Investi-gator Book Novels & Stories

While George is still sleeping, since she still has things to do, she went out first without waking him up. She could only tell Lary about it before leaving. As soon as Sherly went back to her office, she delved into her investigation, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. She navigated through encrypted files and shadowy networks, her fingers flying across the keyboard with practiced precision. Each click and keystroke brought her closer to the truth, but with it came a growing sense of unease.

"Hi, Detective Gomez? Vera Valencia. I'm reporting someone—Gavin Censori. He's at The Grand Royale right now, using a fake project to scam investors. Yeah. He's here." Detective Gomez's voice snapped into focus. "Understood, Ms. Valencia. We'll send a unit immediately." I hung up and looked down at Gavin, groaning on the floor like a dying mutt. "Weren't you looking for investors, Gavin? Let me help." He lifted his swollen, bruised face, confusion flickering through the pain. I gave him a small smile and tilted my phone so he could see the screen. "I found you the most professional investors out there. They'll give your project a real deep dive. If it's solid, I'm sure they'll offer... exact

Finally, I spoke, "I’m sure there are a lot of things you didn’t expect." I had the upper hand. I could feel it already. I could read him like an open book. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Cut the long talk. Where’s the investor?" I smiled. "Right in front of you." "Right in front of—" He looked around as if looking for this so called investor but paused as realization hit him hard. Then he looked at me and laughed bitterly. "You? Since when have you ever invested in a person you hate?" "Since never." I slid a file across the table. "But I like to put them in cages."

As I flipped through it, company names I didn’t recognize, figures with more zeros than I’d ever seen, detailed investment breakdowns— “This is… comprehensive,” I said. But I wanted to say amazing

I stretched out my hand and then started to take out my small notebook that I didn't show to others. Why would I show the content then for stocks? It is written there, which will go up and which will go down. How can I be sure? Information. I am good at gathering information. I used to gather it myself, but really, I have my men doing their work. Because that is who I am.

Peach whispered to Matt as she waved back at Ryan with a grin. “Nooo... Not at all. It's about... Umm...” Matt stuttered out. “Work?” “Yes! work stuff!” “How very convincing.” When Ryan focused on his eyes, Elijah allowed the silence to drag on for a second before saying, “Can you and Rookie help me investigate the board of directors of Investistic Co, and the entire company in general...?” “Well, I was going to advise you on that because what I heard today from the investors wasn't good…” Ryan replied slowly, thinking over his words.

I made it my priority to turn those investors against him, it would be a sight to watch their combined attacks on their beloved football star. Anyway, Xavion had two more meetings until lunch break, so I had a pile of files on my desk to prepare the reports. I didn’t get a moment to scratch my head, but my boss left for a meal. Seizing the opportunity of Xavion’s absence, I copied all the details of the investors on my work laptop carefully. Uncle Earl’s spy cameras had taught me a necessary lesson about being cautious. The more I explored about Alpha’s business, the more the opportunities for repayment lifted my spirits. My mood was quite refreshing when Xavion returned from break.

{Alora’s POV} The screen kept moving. Flashes. Microphones and cameras leaning forward like worshippers. But I did not move. My eyes stayed fixed on him. Mr. Morningstar. The commentators spoke over the footage. “…the most influential private investor in the region…” “…known for his ruthless acquisitions…” “…a man who answers to no one.” Their words layered over the image of him stepping from the car and moving through the building. Dark suit. Measured stride. Expression unreadable.

But even as I told myself that, I wasn’t sure I believed it. Just then, my phone buzzed on the desk. I picked it up, my heart skipping a beat when I saw Lisa’s name. “Lisa?” I answered quickly. “I just sent you the file,” she said. “It’s got everything I could find about the investors. Their profiles, company structure, previous deals—everything.” “Thanks, Lisa. I’ll take a look.” “No problem. Let me know if you need anything else.” I hung up and opened the email, scrolling through the attached document. My eyes scanned the names, searching for anything familiar.

Not until she met Blake, who turned out to be an investor. Now Blake wasn't just any investor, he was a worldwide investor with superb investing experience. Blake never had the idea that he would invest in Vanessa's company idea. How it happened, it sounded almost unreal and unbelievable. Firstly, a lady, who he had never met or seen before, came to him with a business proposal that was quite tempting.