Eddie caught the flash drive with practiced ease, his gaze lingering on Cole’s face for a heartbeat before flicking away. He exchanged a brief glance with Dale

Reeves, who gave a subtle nod. Understanding the cue, Eddie plugged the drive into

his laptop.

There was just one file inside. He opened it. A handful of images appeared, along with three audio recordings.

“How did you manage to get here?” Alessia whispered.

Cole didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed his index finger to her lips, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Alessia sighed, more amused than annoyed, gently moving his hand away before turning her attention to the stage.

Eddie clicked on the first image–bank transfer records, one after another.

Hamilton’s face drained of color. Others might not recognize the account number, but as the mastermind, he knew it all too well.

ready to slip away. But Alessia and Cole were one step ahead, standing directly

spine.

home, Mr. Hamilton? Forgot to turn off the stove?”

shot her a venomous glare and abandoned his

closed the last image and played the first audio

it was. They just told me to submit Tammie’s painting. There were so many slots, I

on Hamilton. Tammie, sensing the

second and third recordings. The voices

quietly as he approached Dale. The older man looked utterly

believe someone on his own team would stoop so low for

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a sinking feeling, whether any of the previous exhibitions had truly been as fair as he’d

slander!” Hamilton took a step forward, desperate. With Dale Reeves‘ sway

set that aside. Mr. Quincy seems awfully confident in

Hamilton’s heart skipped a

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