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.

leave himself

from the shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching for anything hidden between the

the entire shelf, sweat beading on his forehead, but his

He wouldn't be deterred.

Mr. Taylor." "Nothing here too!" "Same here!" His subordinates were very

must have cleaned up this office

Silas scowled, frustration

reached for another book, his

black hardcover copy of "That's Capital" caught his

glance, it appeared

was discreetly embedded in the spine, perfectly

powered camera had long since

Silas' heart pounded.

book under his arm and marched toward

Jameson put you fully

know the corporation's businesses

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

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prepare nutritious meals for Tatiana to ensure that she got all the