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 escape route, a

books from the shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching

entire shelf, sweat beading on

He wouldn't be deterred.

Mr. Taylor." "Nothing here too!" "Same here!" His

must have cleaned up

step behind." Silas scowled, frustration tightening his chest with

for

black hardcover copy of "That's Capital" caught

glance, it appeared

upon closer inspection, a tiny pinhole camera was discreetly embedded in the

battery- powered camera

Silas' heart pounded.

arm and marched toward a stunned

you fully in

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

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

Heightsnew Villa was

cover at home, she made sure that she did not live there as

put her skills from her time working as a nurse

ensure that she got all