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.

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

flipping through them

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

He wouldn't be deterred.

Taylor." "Nothing here too!" "Same

cleaned up this

behind." Silas scowled, frustration

he reached for another book, his hand

copy of "That's Capital"

glance, it appeared

upon closer inspection, a tiny pinhole camera was discreetly embedded in the spine, perfectly positioned to capture the entire

camera had long

Silas' heart pounded.

book under his arm and marched toward a stunned

Jameson put you fully in charge of managing

corporation's businesses like

our investigation." Over the next few days,

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at home, she made sure that

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