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.

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

Silas snatched books from the shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching for anything

the entire shelf, sweat beading on his forehead,

He wouldn't be deterred.

too!" "Same here!" His subordinates were very

must have cleaned

one step behind." Silas scowled, frustration tightening his

as he reached for another book, his hand

hardcover copy of "That's Capital" caught his

first glance, it appeared

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

battery- powered camera had long

Silas' heart pounded.

book under his arm and

put you fully

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

Over the next few days, Solana

atmosphere at Heightsnew

home, she made sure

from her time working as a nurse at a

Lyla prepare nutritious meals for Tatiana to ensure that she