Rocket Walten Files Novels & Stories

After putting the chip into a special reader, the screens lit up with lines of secret code. “Give me a second,” he muttered, typing rapidly. “Whoever hid this didn’t want it found easily.” With his arms crossed, Adrian stood behind him. He was silent and hard to read. I clutched my hands together and stayed close to the desk. Every time the computer beeped, my chest tightened. Then, with a soft chime, the screen filled with text. Lines of old financial data, letters, and scanned documents flickered before us. Nathan frowned, scrolling through. “These are internal Valehart records… bank transfers, offshore accounts… before our father’s death.”

by his feet. "What's wrong? Tell me!" Knight came to his side and dodged just in time when Raven pulled out a dozen files and rose them to his nose. "What are these?" Knight took the files as Raven started pulling them out from his arms one after another until they are all spread on the table. "All the files that start with H!" Raven shook Knight's shoulder before he dragged Knight and started running toward the financial area again as he shouted, "I need to check the record from the year before this, but I might be on to something!"

Hence, Walter blushed furiously as arousing moans and explicit pictures were displayed on the screen. "Well, what on earth are you looking for?" Walter had to say something. If not, Nathaniel would invade the last bit of privacy that he had.? In the end, Nathaniel couldn't stop himself and immediately deleted all those lewd files. "Hey, that's my computer you know!" Walter wanted to stop Nathaniel initially but to no avail. Then, Nathaniel pressed the enter key once and everything was deleted in a flash.? "What the f*ck, Nathaniel? What are you doing?"

I muttered, though my pulse was racing. Inside, the room was dimly lit, lined with shelves of files and a sleek black vault embedded in the wall. “There it is,” Victoria said, her voice filled with awe and dread. I crossed the room and knelt in front of the vault, typing in the passcode Selene had foolishly used for years—her birthday. The vault beeped, then hissed as it unlocked. “We’re in,” I said, pulling the heavy door open. Stacks of documents and hard drives gleamed under the faint light. My fingers moved quickly, sifting through the files until I found what we were looking for—a thick folder labeled Confidential: Westbrook Holdings.

I said. Colton opened his eyes. “With you,” I corrected softly. “And maybe somehow… with me too.” His gaze met mine. There was so much in it that my chest ached. Need. Fear. Love he still didn’t know how to hold without turning it into armor. Hale cleared his throat gently, not unkindly. “There’s more.” The tech opened the folder marked WRIGHT PAYMENTS. Bank transfers filled the screen. Shell companies. Clinic consultants. Media firms. Legal retainers. One name appeared again and again, buried beneath corporate layers but circled in Liliane’s notes.

Some of them were shaking their heads, while some looked at him with pity in their eyes. He cleared his throat nervously, and sipped his wine as if he said nothing. Unfortunately, the Stones had heard everything he had said clearly. Raphael narrowed his eyes, "Would Mr Walton like to repeat what he just said?" Raphael's voice was calm, however the guests could tell that he was angered. "I....I said nothing." Mt Walton stammered. "I see.... It seems the Walton's Corporation wants to go on a vacation. Guards! Escort him out." Raphael ordered coldly.

Reena's mouth hung wide open as Wesley started trembling. "I also have all the evidence I need to prove that the only reason Victor managed to enter the selection is that a man from Southrive's Battle Warrior Department by the name of Wayne Tolken approved his application. What's interesting is that Wayne used to be Roland's subordinate. Roland and Wayne will be brought before me tomorrow morning. We’ll find out then who’s lying to me."

I was still trying to process that picture when I caught sight of some brown files with the corner of my eye. What the hell? Why would she stack up money here and not in the bank? What was in these files? I looked around to be sure no one was coming, and I was the only one in the room. Then I brought out the files one by one, placing them on the mirror table next to the wardrobe. Inside were financial documents, transfer receipts, and bank statements. The transfers were made in Wesley Group’s name. Then the recipients’ names caught my eye. Ryan Wesley, Monica Wesley, and Don Wesley.

Warren inserted the brass token into a small reader connected to the computer. A prompt appeared. AUTHENTICATION VERIFIED. Neither of them breathed. The folders unlocked one by one. Financial ledgers. Internal safety reviews. Audio files. Scanned signatures. Years of documents unfolded across the screen like a hidden body finally exposed to light. Evelyn gripped the back of Warren’s chair. “Open the financial records.” Warren did. A spreadsheet appeared, filled with coded transfers and account numbers. He scanned line after line, his eyes moving faster as the names became clearer.

“This is for you, Mrs. Walton. Please have a glance.” “Thanks.” I accepted it politely and flipped the first blank page to start reading. A second later, my eyes widened. The first page was a bank account statement, the number of zeros after one in the balance section knocking the air out of my lungs. The next thing was the list of cards: Black, Gold, and Blue. Every document carried the same name. “Ellie Walton.” My mind went blank as I stared at them in awe. “This is…” I was sure I was reading them wrongly, but Mr. Walton spoke weakly.