Rocket Walten Files Novels & Stories

"But beating this sick fuck up is a lot more fun. Besides, the Montgomerys have more than enough money to tide this over as nothing more than a... accident." "The Waltons are still X’el’s business partners," Amelia reminded. "This isn’t―" "We wanted to keep this as a surprise for you, but I suppose it doesn’t hurt to let you know," Aiden replied. "W&W Industries secretly filed for bankruptcy just a few hours ago. The Waltons can’t do anything to us even if their precious heir dies here and his corpse rots beyond recognition." Caleb’s face was so swollen that he could no longer speak, but he was still conscious. Hearing this, his eyes widened — just ever so slightly, considering how the swell

The contents of Marcus's flash drive burned through my laptop screen like acid. Email after email, spreadsheet after spreadsheet—all documenting Jessica's meticulous betrayal. Not just of me, but of the entire Walton empire. "That conniving little snake," Samantha whispered beside me. Her fingers dug into my shoulder as we scrolled through dated communications between Jessica and Miller. *Target acquisition files downloaded. Meeting at the usual place tonight. Make sure M.W. is distracted.* That was from three weeks before I caught them together.

It seemed like the second-in-command was doing this discreetly considering the Council was keeping an eye on everyone ever associated with Alpha Cohen’s pack including Dalton. Jahan pointed to the first paper. “The serial numbers on the right side are the ones on the files Miss Red showed to us. On the left side is the serial numbers for the files went—” “Went missing from the archives.” Dalton finished his sentence as he scanned through the numbers. “How did she get these files?” “I don’t think that’s the question we really want to ask, do we?”

"Long before Scarlett ever drained me, I was documenting every wolf she brought through Vanguard's private medical wing. Names. Dates. Biological signatures." Carter picked up the drive with trembling fingers. "Everything you need to find that frequency," Julian said, "is on that drive." Carter plugged the drive into his terminal with careful, deliberate movements, as if he expected it to explode the moment it connected. The screen flickered to life, filling with rows and rows of encrypted files, each one labeled with a date and a string of numbers. Carter's fingers flew across the keyboard, decrypting layer after layer of Julian's hidden records.

Maren went very still, looking at the filing. "That's not the wire authorization," she said, slowly, working it through. "That's not the shell architecture. That's a direct, public, notarized filing connecting Adrian Vale's actual legal name to the same entity that's been laundering every operation for the last two decades. Not through Whitlock's archive. Not through a sealed federal record. Public. Filed with the IRS. Available to anyone who knows to look."

she asked, setting her handbag down on the table. Oliver cleared his throat. “IT confirmed that Patrick Walters accessed the Kensington Project files three days before he left. We have time stamps proving he copied them onto an external drive.” Morgan let out a low curse. “That son of a..." Annabelle raised a hand to stop him. “It’s exactly what we needed. What about Jullian?” “He’s already on it. He called me early this morning and said he’s digging into Parkinson & Rowe’s past dealings. Apparently, this isn’t the first time they’ve been accused of stealing designs.” Morgan grinned.

Looking over at Raven he said, “We need more time than we’ve got left here to know what all this stuff means.” “Take it with you then.” She shrugged. “I doubt Carlos will mind.” Yuri grinned. “Oh, I think he will mind a great deal. There just isn’t anything he can do about it while in a jail cell. But there is enough stuff in here to bring his little empire down.” Kosta came up to her and handed her a file. On the tab was the name Andria Waterson. Raven quickly looked at him and then at the name on the file. She turned to Yuri and handed it to him as well.

That bastard had been working both sides since day one. I needed leverage. So I opened another folder labeled Private – Walsh. And there it was: offshore transactions under his name, all dated during the months Victoria started her crusade against Annabelle. I called him. He answered on the second ring. “Chen. Thought you’d call eventually.” “I’ve got everything, Walsh,” I said. “The fake fraud files. The bribes. The payments to your Cayman account. You and Victoria are finished.” He chuckled. “You really think you’re walking away from this clean? You don’t understand the Blackthornes.”

As for the Waltons, they were busy working to gain back Kayson’s trust, so they would never do something that would enrage Kayson. As such, he felt there was no need to worry about the exposure, and he was certain that Michael wouldn't care about it either. Both of them then returned to the office upstairs. Kayson said, “I have $3,000,000,000 with me right now, and I want you to inject the money into Wolfenden Corp. Can you do it?” Albert was taken aback and replied, “Yes, I can do it. After all, Mr. Whitman and I are holding all of the shares right now.”

Lyla could see many different files next to the laptop—they were all related to the project at Central Square in Bradfort City, which the Walton Group was in charge of. She quickly looked for what she wanted, but obviously, she did not find any useful data for her. Seeing that the time had been ticking by, it was probable that Gideon would emerge from the bathroom soon. With a frown on her face, she quickly took pictures of a few important documents. Before she left, she noticed that the bottom drawer of his desk was slightly open and opened it after giving it a thought. When she saw the documents within, her frown deepened. …