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.

leaned back in his chair, pinching the 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

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 left behind was a constant ache, one

no right to think about her, not after the way he had treated her, yet she lingered in his

couldn't afford to be distracted,

was his. But even as he immersed himself in the task at hand, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if his success meant anything without Emma by

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of the warehouse began

had slept with, though the owner 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 indulged in these cruel games that gave her life meaning. For five long years, she had played Alexander's picture-perfect girlfriend. She had smiled when she wanted to scream and pretended to be the perfect lady when deep

off it, craved it, and needed it to remind herself of who she really Jim being dragged

was. And now, with

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sound of scuffling feet brought her gaze up, and a smirk curled upon

room like a trapped animal; he was afraid and on the lookout for any escape available. There was no means

stood tall, celebrated and untouchable, I was unbearable. But not for much longer. He opened the closet, pulling out the bag he had packed meticulously