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Harrison stared at her and thought she was absolutely beautiful, and this was something he wanted to make Cage to, so it made him glad that he could rely very much on his wife. “You do your work babe, and please don’t turn back.” “Why?” Alyssa asked him, as she massaged her wrists. “You might not like what you see.” Harrison chuckled back at her, and then he looked forward, a dark expression appearing on his face. Whoever had sent these people would definitely pay. In his mind, his brain was connecting different lines, and he could only link it to one person, which was Sterling. Did they realise he was on to them, and tried to kill him?

Eleanor looked directly into his eyes. And for the first time since this nightmare began, genuine fear appeared in hers. "They never found the body." The words settled over the room like a curse. Twenty-seven years ago. Blood. A struggle. A missing founder. Nobody. And now— a man named Elias Mercer had surfaced in Phoenix. Before anyone could speak, Harrison suddenly rushed into the library. Out of breath. Face pale. Holding a tablet. "I found something." Everyone turned. Harrison looked directly at Sebastian. "The hospital released a still image from their security footage."

"Well, that’s a tragedy for the financial papers, Mr Fabian. But what does a dead billionaire have to do with me? Why are you in my office?" Harrison leaned forward, the smell of stale coffee and desperation wafting toward her. "Because Madison Wellman is involved." "Madison?" Olivia sneered the name like it was a mouthful of ash. She looked at him with a fresh wave of suspicion, her gaze travelling over his dishevelled appearance. "And how do you know that? What could a high-society ghost like her have to do with the legalities of a Hemsworth death?" Harrison swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. He didn't blink as he dropped the truth. "Because I assisted her in his demise."

My eyes burn with the bitter taste of betrayal as I gaze upon the boardroom full of traitors. The lies reeking up the boardroom would never be camouflaged with inane cologne, at least not to a sensitive nose. "A vote of no confidence?" I kept my voice smooth though my wolf clawed beneath the skin. "Great timing, Harrison? Harrison Wells wouldn't meet my eyes. The silver-haired corporate veteran's hand shook slightly as he shuffled his papers, and he reeked of Amelia's signature perfume.

"This is Damien. You are lying. Victor is dead. His plans died with him." Harrison answered calm, unhurried. "Dead but prepared. I helped design it. Victor was meticulous. He knew that even if he fell, his work could continue. I have the data the full psychological blueprint. Meet me. I can show you how to stop it before it breaks you." Ava's voice rose, edged with desperation. "Why would you help us? You work for the Cipher Council. You're their consultant now." Harrison paused, and I could almost hear him smiling. "I work for money. They paid me to consult, to share my knowledge of your family. But I kept copies for myself. Victor trusted me with everything. You can too. For Maya's sake."

The concrete floor was cracked in multiple places, exposing the rebar beneath. Jackson dropped down first, landing in a crouch, then reached up to steady Savannah as she descended. The moment her feet touched the ground, a voice echoed from the shadows. “Well. What a touching scene.” Savannah stiffened. Harrison stepped out from behind a row of fallen server racks, a gun in his right hand, the muzzle glinting under the emergency lights. Sweat plastered his hair to his forehead, but his smile was confident, cruel. “Going somewhere?” he asked lightly.

Floodlights blazed, full light flashing in blinding white. Harrison didn't blink. He stood up, yanking his rifle up with him and sighting down the barrel with the clinical intent of a man who had trained his body to be an instrument of violence, and fired. A Bratva soldier crashed into a crate, the red stuff exploding through the planks. "Forward!" Harrison yelled. His men were behind. Knives glittered, chains rang. No quarter, no mercy. One tried to scurry underneath an oncoming truck; Harrison pulled him out by the ankle and shot him.

Harrison stepped out from the guest bathroom, grabbed a towel from the stand, and dried his hands. "What are we talking about?" he asked playfully. "Harry, Stefan asked his proxy to kick me out. I didn’t know he was this ungrateful," the man reported. Harry opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, Dorothy appeared, looking confused at the unfamiliar faces. She didn’t know Stefan had friends. "Look who’s joined us," Harrison smiled, nodding towards Dorothy. "Hi, let me introduce myself properly. I’m Harrison Berlymore, a professional medical doctor with all my licenses completed," he said proudly.

"Who?" "Harrison Morris."

"Rivera." "That's the one. Fancy clothes, dramatics, the whole package." Harrison mimed an effeminate gesture that would have been offensive if I cared about such things. "Stayed for almost two hours. Made lots of phone calls, I can only imagine he was reporting the breakin to your Ex." "Anything useful?" "Well, here's where it gets interesting." Harrison leaned forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I did some digging on the foundation board. Guess who's sitting pretty alongside our fashion plate?"