Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Unexpectedly, Jameson's office wasn't locked. The team from the Investigative Bureau entered with ease.

Silas stood in the middle and scanned the room with a cold, appraising gaze. His chest tightened with a sense of dread. The open office meant Jameson had likely destroyed any incriminating documents, making it a hollow shell.

"Mr. Schmidt cleared this place out a long time ago, sir. Are we... Are you still going to search it, Mr. Taylor?" Scott stammered from behind Silas, already slick with sweat.

Silas' eyes blazed with determination. "Proceed with the search, team!" he boomed in a powerful voice.

His team descended upon the office, taking it apart meticulously.

Years of experience dealing with bizarre cases, especially corruption, had instilled a relentless tenacity in Silas. Hiding a trail of dirty money was no different from hiding drugs; there were always creative methods.

Silas wouldn't be surprised if this seemingly ordinary office harbored hidden compartments or even secret tunnels. After all, a high roller like Victor wouldn't leave himself without an escape route, a double layer of security.

Utterly dissatisfied, Silas snatched books from the shelf, flipping through them rapidly, searching for anything hidden between the pages. He meticulously examined each book on the entire shelf, sweat beading on his forehead, but his persistence remained unwavering. He wouldn't be deterred.

"There's nothing, Mr. Taylor."

"Nothing here too!"

"Same here!"

were very frustrated. "They must have cleaned up this office beforehand.

tightening his chest with each labored breath. Just as he reached for another book, his

hardcover copy of "That's Capital" caught

tiny pinhole camera was discreetly embedded in the spine, perfectly positioned to capture the entire office. The

tucked the book under his arm and

you fully in charge of managing Schmidt Group. So, I'm sure that you know the corporation's businesses like the back of your hand. Come with us and cooperate

in a state of volatility. Yet, the atmosphere at Heightsnew

sought cover at

a freeloader. She put her skills from her time working as a nurse at a department of gynecology and obstetrics to use. She helped Lyla prepare nutritious meals for Tatiana to ensure that she got all the nutrients a pregnant

made a difference to be cared

to worry as much. She felt like Alyssa had brought home a precious talent who also

Briar with the Taylors. Perhaps she could offer

was less