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.

himself without

books from the shelf, flipping through them

each book on the entire shelf, sweat beading on his forehead, but his persistence

He wouldn't be deterred.

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

cleaned up this office

Silas scowled, frustration tightening

as he reached for another book, his hand

black hardcover copy of "That's Capital" caught

glance, it

pinhole camera was discreetly embedded

powered camera

Silas' heart pounded.

arm and marched toward a

you fully in charge of managing Schmidt

that you know the corporation's

with us and cooperate with our investigation." Over the next

Heightsnew Villa was full of

she made sure that she did not

her time working as a nurse at a department of gynecology and

nutritious meals for Tatiana to ensure that she