Rocket Walten Files Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

The alarm went off after ten minutes, and Elena realized too late that whoever opened the vault before them had set a delayed security alert. "We need to move now," Marcus grabbed the drive. "I got maybe 60% of the files before the system locked me out." They tried to escape, but council security blocked them. Elena recognized the head of security as one of the wolves from Viktor's facility. "Alpha Cross, you're arrested for unauthorized council property access," he said. "The rest of you are coming." David appeared from a side corridor Elena didn't know existed with his own set of files that looked like they came from another vault section. "This way," he said. "I can exit without security.

Weston. Colton entered wordlessly, drawn by the unnatural hush. The air crackled between them with knowledge unspoken, shared now through haunted glances. Savannah didn’t move when his hand slid to her back. “I saw it,” he said. Savannah’s voice was sand. “Did you know?” Colton’s jaw tensed. “No. Not… all of it. I heard whispers after I took over the Zurich vaults. Weston had access to facilities off-record. Echo buried the files.”

None of us speak because the files loading in front of us already carry a weight bigger than anything we have ever faced before. The folder is labeled Project E.L.I.S.I.A.N. in faded letters like someone tried to erase it but failed. Adrian’s jaw clenches when he sees it, and he steps closer as if the words might jump out and hurt us. I click the first file, and the screen fills with documents from old paper, each stamped with the Valehart crest. Nathan slowly exhales and runs his hand through his hair, and Leo leans closer until his shoulder touches mine. The room feels smaller with every second, like the walls want to listen too.

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!"

"What the f*ck, Nathaniel? What are you doing?" Honestly, Walter felt as if he was rather down on his luck this year.? Meanwhile, Nathaniel didn't find any photos on Mango on Walter's computer. Heck, he couldn't even find a regular photo of her, let alone a nude one.? He had literally gone through the entire computer, but he couldn't seem to find anything. Next, Nathaniel connected Walter's phone to the computer and started to search through the files on it as well.? Meanwhile, Walter watched as his phone data appeared with a few short commands prompts from Nathaniel. Soon, the usage statistics of Walter's phone were displayed on the screen.?

“Who said Vanguard copied their code?” Wilson’s voice was sharp as he zoomed in on the file. “Take a look, everyone, compare the timestamps on both versions. “Now look at Miss Lewis’ save date, and you’ll see the difference for yourself.” The timestamps were clear—one file was from August, the other from October. Anyone could tell which came first. Luna stumbled back a few steps, her face draining of color. She hadn’t expected Autumn to still have a card up her sleeve. The blow hit hard and fast.

It opened and Carl popped his head in. "I need the file on Mr. Walter in ten minutes," he said in a neutral voice and pulled the door close again. Oh shit!

“But you’ll also have a target on your back.” A loud ping broke the tension. Anita’s laptop lit up. One file—partially decrypted. She raced over and clicked it open. Lines of financial data spilled across the screen. Mergers. Account numbers. Names. At the bottom of the document was a signature. Eleanor Walker. Anita gasped. “This is it.” Then her phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number. You’re playing a game you don’t understand. Back off. Or next time, it won’t be just files that disappear.