Hired a Gigolo, Got a Billionaire

Chapter 687 Gwen's POV The way Dante said it told me exactly how serious this was. It wasn't gossip. It wasn't a hallway rumor. It was something that demanded eyes on it. Context. Something we'd have to face head-on. Nick nodded once. Sharp. | saw his shoulders tighten like he was bracing for impact. Bella stayed in the backseat a second longer, still buckled in, looking from Dante to us like she was trying to figure out why adults always wore that same worried expression. "Come on, princess," Dante said gently, gesturing without rushing her.

"It'll be quick." Bella climbed out slowly, stepping onto the gravel with too much care for a child her age. | felt the urge to take her hand I didn't Dante led us along the side of the main house. The path was short, but here at the estate, everything echoed. Every door. Every corridor. Every corner still held that recent silence. The kind that reminded you how much worse things could've been. We stepped into one of the small support rooms. It used to host ---- quick meetings and production spreadsheets.

Now there was a computer on, a chair pulled out, and the unmistakable feeling that this room had become evidence. Dante closed the door behind us and pointed to the screen. "Our investigators managed to recover footage from a street camera near the estate's entrance." Nick frowned. "From the street? Does that camera even catch anything?" "Barely," Dante replied. | could hear the professional irritation beneath his calm tone. "It was dark. Terrible quality. And the guy ... well, he was disguised. Hood. Cap. High collar.

opened a video. The image was distant and grainy. The kind of footage that ends up on the news later. A slice of reality that doesn't help anyone until someone refuses to give up on it "They enhanced it," Dante explained. "Frame by frame. Contrast Brightness. Detail recovery. It's not CSI, but with time and patience..." He pressed

written all over him. "How? You can barely see his face." Dante nodded, already anticipating that. "It wasn't just that. A car stopped near the gate minutes before. The plate showed up partially. The investigators cross-checked it with toll records and other highway cameras. It led to a vehicle

image... just confirmed it wasn't a coincidence." Dante looked directly at Nick. "Donald Fletcher," he repeated. "Does that name mean anything ---- to you?" Nick nodded slowly. A heavy yes. "Fletcher Estate. Competitor." He said it like a technical fact, but | heard the frustration underneath. "We know each other. It's always been cordial. Events, trade fairs... we've never had a problem." Dante let out a short breath

No drama. Just reality. | kept staring at the screen, and something in my mind tugged on a loose thread. Fletcher wasn't new. | had seen that last name .. somewhere. "Wait," | said, already reaching for my phone. "Fletcher... why does that sound familiar?" Nick looked at me quickly, searching for something that

turning the screen toward them. "It's part of the debt package." Dante's eyes narrowed "The debt package you bought from the bank?" he asked, like the answer was already forming in his head. "Exactly," | confirmed. "Fletcher Estate is listed." Dante rested his fingers on the table, thinking. When he spoke again, his voice carried