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.

bridge of his nose. The frustration and anger swirled in his chest in a storm of emotions that he could not hold back entirely. The situation required all his attention, yet his mind betrayed him, as he began thinking about

pride, anger, and misplaced priorities had

to think about her, not after the way he had treated

himself back to the present. There was no time for this. He couldn't afford to be distracted, not now, not when everything that his forefathers had worked for was

again, his determination hardening. He would find the thief. He would reclaim what was his. But even as he

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as the door of

shining bright under the weak light bulb hanging above her. Anticipation hummed in her veins. It had been far too

fuel; she fed off it, craved it, and needed it to remind herself of who she really Jim being dragged into the room, her old self began

was. And now, with

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gaze up, and a smirk curled

giant men who were holding him strongly. His eyes darted around the room like a trapped animal; he was

of Emma filled Derek with venomous fury. She had taken everything from him, his family name, his pride, his future. And now she stood tall, celebrated and untouchable, I was unbearable. But not for much longer. He opened the closet, pulling out the