Chapter 218

The Kane Industries conference room felt suffocating as Hannah's computer displayed the final pieces of information that would change everything they thought they knew. For hours, they had been tracing digital footprints, following money trails, and uncovering layers of deception that stretched back twenty years.

Now, the truth stared back at them from multiple screens, devastating in its clarity.

"James Smith," Hannah said quietly, reading from her laptop. "Born James Thomas Smith. Changed his legal name to James Whitfield in 2006 two years after his father Thomas Smith died in federal prison."

Alexander stared at the screen showing his uncle's business partner's real identity. The man he had known only as the Guardian, the person who had fed him lies for months, had been hiding behind a false name from the beginning.

"Thomas Smith Construction," Stefan read from another document. "Convicted of federal fraud, bribery, and safety violations. The company was systematically cheating municipal contracts by using substandard materials and exploiting immigrant workers."

Victoria sat back in her chair, pieces of a twenty-year-old puzzle finally clicking into place. "I remember Thomas Smith. Richard and I were competing against his company for the hospital contract when we discovered his illegal practices."

"You reported him to the authorities," Camille said, understanding beginning to dawn.

"We had to. Workers were being injured on his construction sites because he was using defective concrete and steel. Families were being cheated out of their life savings through inflated contracts." Victoria's voice carried the weight of old memories. "When we found evidence of his crimes, we turned it over to federal investigators."

Alexander's hands shook as he processed what he was hearing. "James Whitfield is Thomas Smith's son. The Guardian is the son of a criminal who was legitimately convicted for fraud."

Hannah pulled up more records, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Thomas Smith died in prison in 2004. Killed by other inmates after they discovered he had been stealing money from a children's hospital construction fund."

The silence in the room was deafening as everyone absorbed the implications. Alexander felt like the ground was shifting beneath his feet, everything he had believed crumbling into dust.

"James wasn't seeking justice," Alexander whispered. "He was seeking revenge for his father's criminal empire being destroyed."

Stefan leaned forward, studying the financial records Hannah had uncovered. "Look at this timeline. James started planning his revenge campaign almost immediately after his father's death. He spent years building resources, creating false identities, gathering information on Victoria and Richard."

"And waiting for the perfect weapon," Camille added, looking at Alexander with a mixture of pity and understanding.

Alexander stood up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. The sound echoed in the quiet room like a gunshot. "My uncle. What really happened to my uncle?"

up another set of documents. "According to the coroner's report, Richard Pierce died by

results, and witness statements that painted a very different picture of

continued. "Convincing him that Victoria was responsible for Meridian Technologies' problems. But when Richard started questioning the

happen," Stefan finished grimly. "Richard knew

felt rage building in his chest like molten

Richard," Hannah said quietly. "Enough to incapacitate someone but not enough to show up

patterns of systematic deception. "James drugged Richard and staged his

guilt and despair. Richard Pierce had been murdered by the man who had spent months

fifteen years believing my uncle killed himself because of guilt over the factory explosion. I destroyed my marriage, nearly killed Victoria with

tears burning her eyes as she watched Alexander's world collapse around him. Despite everything he had done to her, despite

she said softly, "you couldn't

hands clenched

the raw pain and growing fury in his expression. "What

This wasn't the jealous anger that had driven him to punch Stefan, or the desperate fury that

was something

to manipulate me into destroying innocent people," Alexander said, his voice deadly quiet. "I'm thinking

from her computer analysis, concern evident in her voice. "Alexander, the communication patterns show James has been escalating his plans. The failed media attack, your defection to our

with the venom in his voice.

with growing alarm. "Alexander, you can't take justice into your own hands. We need to involve law enforcement, let them handle James

laughed bitterly. "James has been committing crimes for fifteen years and no one has stopped him. He murdered my uncle and made it look like suicide. He manipulated me into nearly killing you with stress. He turned my grief into a weapon against innocent

we need to handle this legally," Camille said firmly. "We have evidence now. We can prove James's crimes and get real

eyes, the fear that he was about to make another terrible mistake driven by

for his revenge. He made me betray everything I should have protected." Alexander's voice cracked with emotion.

"Because that's what separates you from him. James Whitfield has spent twenty years choosing revenge over justice, manipulation over truth. Don't become the

months. The factory explosion, the financial problems, the stress that supposedly drove him to suicide - all of

urgent alert. She looked at the screen and her face went

- something big

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