A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

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.

Alessia and Cole were one step ahead, standing

spine.

to get home, Mr. Hamilton? Forgot

a venomous glare

the last image and played

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

All eyes turned on Hamilton. Tammie, sensing the tension, clung to his hand and

the second and third recordings. The voices differed,

said quietly as he approached Dale. The older man looked

own team would stoop so low for money,

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Chapter 334

of the previous exhibitions had truly been as fair as

the situation based on a few recordings–it’s all slander!” Hamilton took a step forward, desperate.

But let’s set that aside. Mr. Quincy seems awfully confident in his granddaughter’s painting–so confident, in fact, that he’s hinted at foul play.

paused, and Hamilton’s heart