Novel & Cerita James Deen Home Raided

“And this conversation is over.” “Is it?” James’s smile was thin. “What about the offshore accounts, Val? The ones in your name? The ones the SEC is so interested in?” Confusion swept through her. “What are you talking about?” “The accounts I set up in your name. For tax purposes.” His eyes glittered. “The ones that could send you to prison for a very long time if the authorities look too closely.” Cold washed through her. “You’re lying.” “Am I? Check your email. The SEC has been trying to reach you.” James stepped closer, his voice dropping. “Come home, Val. We can fix this together. Or stay here, and see what happens when they find you.”

I got out of my car and paused outside the door, already sighting James’ car which pulled into the compound some seconds after the one I was riding in did. After leaving the hospital where Aria was at, I made my way straight home, and alerted James that I was already heading home. It was already our arrangement, that we were to go home together and then he was going to come with me to come question those people who had tried to attack me on the road in the night, two days ago. I had also invited some other of my workers, they worked with james in the area which specialized in questioning caught people and torturing them until they’d end up speaking.

Since Angela had gotten famous, the media had also interviewed her fiance, Dean Jennings. Dean responded to the previous scandal of his that appeared on the Dream Maker Tower's LED screen. He said that it was his ex-bodyguard that had tried to defame him. He had never done such things. He would not do such a thing either. He said that the only reason his scandalous video appeared on the Dream Maker Tower's LED screen was not that he had a grudge against the boss of Dream Maker, but because that night, someone had hacked into the Dream Maker's internet system.

“There's this thing called communication. You should look it up.” He huffed and sat back down, pulling me onto his lap. Then his eyes landed on the empty chip packs scattered across the table. “Are you kidding me right now?" He pointed at them. “I said you can't have those.” I opened my mouth to argue… But the sound from the TV cut through the room. The anchor’s face was serious. Behind her, a photo of Dean filled the screen. “Dean Weston, heir to the Weston Group empire, was arrested earlier this evening after authorities discovered a large quantity of illegal substances inside his private residence at the Weston Estate.”

Christian's pride flowed through our bond, warm and solid. After the meeting, Diana caught up with me in the hallway. “I found something you need to see,” she said quietly. We went to her office, where she pulled up security footage. “This is from last week. The parking garage.” The video showed James meeting with someone in the shadows. “Can you identify who he's talking to?” I asked. Diana zoomed in. My blood ran cold. James was meeting with Mr. Blackwood. “They've been meeting regularly,” Diana said. “For weeks.”

*Returning to the Present* Damien sat behind his desk in complete silence. Without saying a word, he picked up the remote control resting on the coffee table and switched on the television mounted against the wall. The news channel was already covering the day’s biggest story. The anchorwoman looked directly into the camera. “Good afternoon. We begin with breaking developments surrounding JH Industries, a scandal that has shaken the nation’s business community.” Images from the press conference filled the screen. Edward standing confidently behind the podium, Claire being escorted onto the stage in handcuffs then the big screen showing footage of anonymous videos exposing Edward’s scheme.

“No, Tattia probably sent him to get me.” “So you’re dating?” He asked. I stood up with a sigh. “If you don’t want to go with him, then let’s get lunch together?” James said. “Sorry, James. I can't. My house got burnt down last night; Mr. Arreas is helping me look into it.” “Oh, I see,” he said before walking out.

The ticker at the bottom of the screen scrolls by: “FBI raid tech mogul David Sinclair’s home. Arrested on charges of tax evasion and conspiracy.” I look up at James, seeing my own thoughts reflected in his eyes. Will it be enough? Can the law really contain a man like him? With a slight nod, I gesture for James to follow me. We make our way through the corridors of Sinclair Enterprises, employees stopping to stare as we pass. News travels fast in this building, and I can already hear the whispers starting. Finally, we reach my father’s office—my office now, I suppose. I pause for a moment, my hand on the door handle, before pushing it open.

He didn’t answer me at first because he was still on the phone but as soon as he put it down, I looked at him expecting answers. “The feds just raided the mansion. They didn’t find anything there, but they are arrested Mika and Moya, as well as all the girls that were remaining very even though they were a few. Mika had a gun on him and they’re holding him on that. My guess is they’re going to try to break him so he can turn on Maxim.” I didn’t think Dean would act that fast but he did. I guess he was scared that the mansion would be clear by the morning because of the info I had given him so he wasn’t giving me a chance to escape.

At twelve o'clock, the sound of the doorbell made James rush for the door, and when he pulled it open, he found Ryan and Matt standing there. “You got it?” James asked hopefully, knowing if he did, that will make them one step closer to seeing the baby. “Yes!!!” Ryan yelled. Immediately, James grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him, jumping in excitement, “Yes! Thank you!” A moment later, the four of them gathered in the living room, around the computer, and then Rookie plugged the hard drive in. After minutes upon minutes of watching the footage, Ryan finally shouted, “Pause it!” Immediately, Rookie did, and they all stared the photo of Deacon getting out of his car, and then Rookie pre