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Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."

I asked, keeping my tone measured, slow, and entirely unhurried because I needed to anchor him before he spun out of control. I heard him draw in a sharp, ragged breath, the sound of paper rustling in the background indicating he was moving around a room. "His name is Victor Vance," he whispered, the name sounding foreign and heavy as it spilled through the small speaker. "You won't find him in the standard news, Hailey, because he doesn't want to be found. He is one of the oldest and wealthiest private collectors in Europe, a man who has spent the last three decades funding illegal genetic research through a dozen different shell corporations."

“No deleting?” Veronica looked at her, shame crossing her face. “No deleting.” “Good,” Althea said. “Because if you leave anything out, I won’t be the one handling you next.” Adamson looked proud. Shaun looked like he agreed. I, unfortunately, had to remind myself that smiling was inappropriate while discussing evidence. Director Reyes placed a file on the table. “If Emilio Vargas became Mateo Villar and now works with the Dale Foundation, then we may finally have the bridge between Mayor Winston’s father and the current operation.”

Cristopher spoke in an urgent tone, though his tone was dripping with evident unsatisfied curiosity. The tall man placed a finger under his chin in thought. He had long wanted to take action against his biggest foe and the schematic event could be his key into getting back at the Valencia Household. For various reasons. “I see… it seems that the news really is worth my time. You can go back now.” The tall man waved his hand to dismiss him. Cristopher gave a bow of respect and turned to walk away, leaving his superior to gaze back at the numerous monitors in front of him. All of them displaying the footages of confidential places inside the VGC or also known as Valencia Group of Companies.

Careful. Victor paused. He counted in his head. The inner circle. The ones who handled the most secret info. “Four. Me included. My security chief, Vincenzo. My consigliere, Marcello. And Seth.” “Four.” She turned. Her eyes narrowed. “Three others.” “Three others,” he confirmed. “And how many of those three are still… active?” She hesitated on the last word. “Two,” Victor said. The old suspicion weighed on him. “Vincenzo is gone. Died a few years back. Natural causes.”

The third message in the chain was from Vincenzo. “Vasquez has gone to ground. The last confirmed location was the south corridor three weeks ago. His primary civilian connection is a woman named Willow, currently residing at the address attached. She served time for him eight years ago. He trusted her enough to let her take charge, if he contacts anyone from his previous life it will be her requesting approval to establish proximity.” I read that three times. Requesting approval to establish proximity. He had sent a formal request to his capo to move in next door to me.

" I sat on my desk while holding the files about the company that will celebrate their anniversary. I'm a little excited because by chance this is my biggest project. to think that just a month ago I was entrusted with such an event. I slowly opened the folder and my whole body almost went numb when I saw the name of the company. Beside it is the company's logo. FUEVO Corporation Founder: Ivelyn Fuevo founded: 24 August 1918, Stuttgart, Germany Headquarters: Stuttgart, Germany CEO: Kalex Fuevo (1 Oct 2010-) My eyes landed on his name. I didn't really miss the news about him because the internet and every magazine were full of him. a photo of him was attached on the file, I took it and stared

Chapter 65 The study reeked of sex and fury. Lucian’s cum was still dripping down my thighs when the radio crackled again. “Sir, eight more of Voss’s men in custody. They’re breaking fast gave us the location of Victoria’s private server in the Caymans. Tech team is already pulling files.” Lucian’s hand stayed fisted in my hair, holding me bent over the desk as he slowly pulled out. He slapped my ass once, hard, watching his cum leak from my swollen pussy.

Sera went to call the prosecutor's office. Isla's piece went up at two-seventeen p.m. Nine thousand words. Six named sources, four documentary sources, and a full account of the network's sixteen-year operation, including the cultivation methodology used on Damien. A sidebar on Isla's source, who had died in 2019 and whose death was now being re-examined. The name above the two names was named publicly for the first time. The two names. Edvard Voss. Viktor Drakos as a peripheral figure who had declined participation and cooperated.

“Now.” Vic nodded, glancing down at Dufort's body lying on the floor. Another life lost in this game. But this time, the game was different. Because now Vic knew - everything he had believed all along was a lie. Even the identity of his true enemy. In Rotterdam, Stefan stares at his laptop screen with a pale face. Digital forensic analysis showed the source of the message: Submitter: MARIA.MAHARANI@creditsuisse.ch Time: 14/02/1999 23:59