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.

his chest in a storm of emotions that

ago. He could still remember the look in her eye as she had walked away. Then, he hadn't grasped what he lost; his pride, anger, and misplaced priorities had blinded him. But now, the emptiness she

to think about her, not after the way he had

no time for this. He couldn't afford to be distracted,

in his chair, he flipped through the documents again, his determination hardening. He would find the thief. He would reclaim what was his. But even as he immersed himself in the

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the door of the warehouse began

of the playhouse had managed to slip through their grasp. 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

been her fuel; she fed off it, craved it, and needed it to remind herself

was. And now, with

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gaze up, and a smirk curled

futile attempts were laughable 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 any escape available. There was no means of escape, though. Not for

everything from him, his family name, his pride, his future. And now she stood tall, celebrated and untouchable, I