Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 128

Alexander got out of the car and onto the granite paving of the Blackthorn skyscraper. His eyes iced, his jaw tightened. The betrayal was still fresh, a venomous wound in his pride. Five hundred million bucks, lost. Stolen under his nose. The thought of it burned like acid, and he swore to himself that the man who dared to cross him would regret it for the rest of their miserable life...

He strode through the grand lobby, his presence commanding attention. Employees scattered out of his path, their heads lowering in both respect and fear. They could feel the storm brewing in him. Alexander didn't bother acknowledging them: his focus was razor-sharp. He entered his private elevator, pressing the button for the top floor with more force than

necessary.

The moment the elevator doors opened onto his office, Alexander was already shrugging off his suit jacket onto the nearest chair. There were piles of documents atop his desk, but the documents related to the embezzlement was what he needed. He sat, grasping the papers and scanning every detail with eyes sharp in ruthless precision.

It was indisputable: Blackthorn Holdings had been scammed out of five hundred million dollars. The transactions was buried deep but not deeply enough to avoid detection from some workers.

How could I have let this happen under my watch? he wondered bitterly.

His private investigators stood before him, hands behind their backs in attention. He raised his head and, with a cold voice. instructed, "Start tracing every person who has left the country in the last 48 hours through air, sea, or road. I don't care how you do it; find him. He couldn't have gone far," Alexander barked

"Yes, sir. We'll update you as soon as we have something," the lead investigator stammered, scared.

and anger swirled in his chest in a storm of emotions that he could

he hadn't grasped what he lost; his pride, anger, and misplaced priorities had

after the way he had treated her, yet she lingered

this. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not now, not when everything

his. But even as he immersed himself in the task at hand, a part of him

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as the door of the warehouse

She rubbed her palms together, her red-painted nails shining bright under the weak light bulb hanging above her. Anticipation hummed in her veins. It had been far too long since she had indulged in these cruel games that gave her life meaning. For five long

to remind herself of who she really Jim being dragged into the room,

was. And now, with

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her gaze up, and a smirk curled upon

against the giant men who were holding him strongly. His eyes darted around the room like a trapped animal; he was afraid and on the lookout for

And now she stood tall, celebrated and untouchable, I was unbearable. But