Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 1306:

Acting as though nothing bothered him, Blaine straightened and walked out, his steps measured as he finally exited Eastwood Manor. This time, he truly left for good. Even as he put distance between himself and the estate, the image of the manager sweating and trembling remained vivid in his mind. One thing was clear: Eastwood Manor was hiding far more than it let on.

Reaching his car parked at the curb, Blaine settled into the driver’s seat. A bodyguard approached the window, concern etched on his face. “Mr. Castro, what should we do next?”

Inside his car, Blaine’s usual confidence gave way to thoughtful concern. He turned to his bodyguard and said firmly, “Look into everything that manager told me. Verify the claims about the staff being dismissed and the supposed fire in the archives. I want real answers, not excuses.”

Nothing about the manager’s behavior had seemed right, and his nervous lies were painfully obvious. The way he stumbled through his story only convinced Blaine that something at Eastwood Manor was being concealed. He resolved not to rest until he uncovered every secret the estate held.

After a moment, Blaine added, “I’ll head down to the police station near Eastwood Mountain. Sutton died at that manor six months ago, so the case files should still exist.” He refused to believe that people could simply vanish without a trace.

bodyguard gave a respectful

and his sleek sports car roared

window slid down to reveal Beal, his expression unreadable and his eyes sharp as he watched the sports car disappear. Timing had worked in his favor. He had already secured the manager’s

playboy, but few could match his instincts. He had come perilously close to exposing the truth. For Beal, tying up every loose

through the door, weary from

silent determination and led him into the study, where she immediately turned the computer screen toward him.

was data that could change everything. If those files fell into dangerous hands—especially a group like the Wolfpack—it would be catastrophic. Suddenly, Sadie understood the true cost of her mother’s sacrifices and secrecy. This wasn’t mere scientific research; it

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her mother’s struggle pressing down on her, remembering how fiercely that tiny fake pearl had been guarded. Noah reached out, warm fingers enclosing her cold ones. “Sadie, I’m right here with you,” he said gently, offering