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.

a high roller like Victor wouldn't leave himself without an escape route, a

the shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching for

sweat beading on his forehead, but his persistence remained

He wouldn't be deterred.

here too!" "Same here!" His subordinates

cleaned up

frustration tightening his chest

as he reached for another book, his

black hardcover copy of

glance, it

a tiny pinhole camera was discreetly embedded in the spine, perfectly positioned to

powered camera had

Silas' heart pounded.

under his arm and marched toward a

fully

that you know the corporation's businesses like

and cooperate with our investigation." Over the next few days, Solana City was in a state of

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she made sure that she did not live there

working as a nurse at a department of gynecology

for Tatiana to ensure that she got all the nutrients