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.

and Cole were one step ahead, standing directly

spine.

home, Mr. Hamilton? Forgot

a venomous glare and abandoned

image and played

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

rippled through the crowd. All eyes turned on Hamilton. Tammie, sensing the tension, clung

and third recordings. The

the whole picture,” Eddie said quietly as he approached Dale. The older man looked utterly

couldn’t believe someone on his own team would stoop so low for

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him wonder, with a sinking feeling, whether any of the

Reeves, this must be a misunderstanding! You can’t judge the situation based on a few recordings–it’s all slander!” Hamilton took a

will make his own judgment,” Cole said. “The account that received the transfers can easily be traced. 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

paused, and Hamilton’s heart