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"The person who's been watching your building is a freelance investigator named Bates. Bates has been hired twice — once during the Morrison period, which you already knew, and once in the last three weeks." "Morrison hired him both times?" I asked. "Morrison hired him the first time. The second time — Danny Reid." Alex did not move. "Reid and Morrison are connected?" I said. "They have been for at least two years." Carver opened the folder. "Reid worked as a consultant for one of Morrison's subsidiaries from 2022 to early 2024. The engagement is listed as strategy advising but the invoices suggest something more specific — litigation intelligence." I looked at Alex. "He wasn't a coincidence

“You wanted to see me, Dad?” “Yeah. Close the door.” He did, then came to stand across from me. I leaned back in my chair, studying him. “Sit.” He sat, trying to look relaxed, but I could see the tension in his jaw. I folded my arms. “I wanna talk about the leak. The confidential data Ridgeway Biotech got their hands on.” His eyes flickered, just for a second, before he composed himself. “We’ve already gone over this. The panel concluded Claire was the one who leaked it.”

Lewis read it twice. He looked at Harrison. "Reid," Lewis said. "Was he working alone or were there others." Harrison's expression shifted. "There's something I haven't told you," Harrison said.

"No time. For the next month, Mr. Reid will be either in rehab or working—he barely goes out at all." "Where does he live?" As soon as Lena began asking, James hung up the phone. It was not difficult to find out where Hunter lived. He lived in Palm Bay. In the evening, Lena was going to take a taxi out and saw Leah on the roadside. Leah abruptly stopped her expensive sports car in front of Lena. If she stopped any closer, she could have directly run Lena over. A touch of coldness flashed in Lena's eyes as she saw Leah getting out of the car.

A late-night leak had triggered a sudden stock dip, sending nervous ripples across the boardroom. Juliette sat across from Lydia. Perfect Lydia. Composed. Immaculate. Polished like armor. Damon scanned the room. “This is the third leak in two weeks. Someone is bleeding intel to the press before statements are finalized.” Lydia leaned in, voice smooth. “I’ve reviewed all internal logs. Nothing jumps out. I can request a deeper scan if you'd like.” Juliette clenched her fists beneath the table. “I’ll handle it,” she said calmly. “I’ve already started a full sweep.”

Names. One name circled in red. Reed Myles. Elijah stared at it. “Who is this?” “You don’t remember?” He shook his head. Leah leaned forward, voice low. “He’s the man your foundation did business with before the crash. Offshore deals. Money laundering. Private jet routes. My husband got cold feet. Said they were hiding something inside the foundation.” “What kind of something?” “Something worth killing for.” Elijah felt his throat tighten. Leah’s voice dropped.

The news cycle didn’t explode. It detonated. By morning, every financial network was running the same headline: ANDERSON SCANDAL REOPENED — NEW EVIDENCE SURFACES Elizabeth stood in Lewis’s penthouse kitchen, phone in hand, watching commentators dissect a decade-old case like it had happened yesterday. “Federal sources confirm sealed documents were leaked anonymously late last night…” Her stomach tightened. Lewis stepped out of his office, already dressed for battle. Gray suit. Dark tie. Expression carved from stone.

Reid tilted his head slightly and chuckled, "Get me a meeting with Ryker Darius." "As you wish, sir." The subordinate nodded, turned and walked away. Reid found a place to sit and took out his phone. Then he opened his gallery and went through numerous photos of Andrea. Most of the photos were taken unaware and it looked like she didn't even know she was being photographed.

“Listen. I want to get to the bottom of this leak situation and find out who was involved. It might be my daughter and ex-wife, or it could be a competitor. Just look into it for me. “You got it, boss,” said Reynolds, a short, fat, balding man who was incredibly thorough and discreet with his job. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had to trace Victoria or Eva. Reynolds threw a folder down on my desk. “Here’s the report you asked for.” I held the envelope in my hands, then tore into it, unsure what I’d find.

Painting over it, nailing it shut and making it ours. Gavin held up a clump of polished river stones like treasure. “Look, Mommy! I’m hiding these in the corner. Don’t tell anyone!” I smiled, a little hollowly. “Your secret’s safe with me, mountain lion.” Then I heard a soft knock against the wooden base below then three distinct, familiar raps. Reid. A moment later, his head appeared through the hatch and he climbed in, boots silent on the floor. He was holding a folded piece of paper in one hand, the edges curled from wear. His other hand rested lightly on the dagger at his hip, like always.