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

from the shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching for

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

He wouldn't be deterred.

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

must have cleaned

behind." Silas scowled, frustration tightening his chest

as he reached for another

copy of "That's Capital" caught

first glance, it

embedded in the spine, perfectly positioned

battery- powered camera had long

Silas' heart pounded.

book under his arm and marched toward

fully

corporation's businesses like

the next few days, Solana City was in a

Heightsnew

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

working as a nurse at a department of gynecology

prepare nutritious meals for Tatiana to ensure that