Can’t Win Me Back

Unexpectedly, Jameson's office wasn't locked.

The team from the Investigative Bureau entered with ease.

Silas stood in the middle and scanned the room with a cold, appraising gaze.

His chest tightened with a sense of dread.

The open office meant Jameson had likely destroyed any incriminating documents, making it a hollow shell.

"Mr. Schmidt cleared this place out a long time ago, sir. Are we...

Are you still going to search it, Mr. Taylor?" Scott stammered from behind Silas, already slick with sweat.

Silas' eyes blazed with determination.

"Proceed with the search, team!" he boomed in a powerful voice.

His team descended upon the office, taking it apart meticulously.

Years of experience dealing with bizarre cases, especially corruption, had instilled a relentless tenacity in Silas.

Hiding a trail of dirty money was no different from hiding drugs; there were always creative methods.

Silas wouldn't be surprised if this seemingly ordinary office harbored hidden compartments or even secret tunnels.

high roller like Victor wouldn't leave himself without an

shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching for anything

entire shelf, sweat

He wouldn't be deterred.

too!" "Same

cleaned

Silas scowled, frustration tightening his chest with each labored

for another book, his

black hardcover copy of "That's Capital"

glance, it appeared

discreetly embedded in the spine, perfectly positioned to

camera had long since

Silas' heart pounded.

tucked the book under his arm and marched toward

fully

I'm sure that you know the corporation's businesses like the

us and cooperate with our investigation." Over the next few days, Solana

the atmosphere at Heightsnew

made sure that she did not live there as

her time working as a nurse at a department of gynecology

to ensure that she got all