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lan returned to Riddleton five days later. Barely had he settled into the car when Dawson began his report. "Mr. Hayes, something odd is going on. Lately, Mr. Casey has been reaching out to his business contacts, saying he wants to sell his newly established company due to health issues. And he's willing to let it go for a song."

A flicker of concern passed through lan's eyes. Something didn't sit right with him.

Casey's new venture was in the solar energy sector, a field that was not only flourishing but also perfectly aligned with his expertise. Less than six months since its inception, the company was already worth billions. With the trajectory it was on, it wouldn't be five years before it outstripped the giants in the industry in annual profits. A poor bill of health couldn't be the sole reason for such a hasty sell-off. There had to be another reason. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Casey was planning to leave, lan thought. His heart skipped a beat. "To the Bell family estate," he instructed immediately.

figure cut through the air. When he saw Casey, clad in an apron, emerging from the kitchen, his coiled nerves finally relaxed. Still, his voice betrayed an urgency he couldn't suppress. "Casey, where's

"Up there. When

some gifts for you and Clara

glanced at the assortment of gift boxes in Dawson's arms, but he

"Sure."

open Clara's door, he found her packing a suitcase that looked ready to burst. She was struggling to zip it up, her efforts evidently futile. lan clenched his fists, feeling a pang in his heart as if it had been struck. He strode over, and his hand came down heavily on the suitcase. His voice came out icy. "Where are you planning to go?" Clara looked up sharply. Her gaze met lan's fiery one, and she felt a flicker of panic. If

tightened on her wrist. He pulled her into an embrace, his breath hot and hurried on her face. His eyes

him. "lan, you're

her closer, his face inching towards hers, his dark