The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 796

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Dylan hadn't slept a wink.

He didn't even step foot into his bedroom. Instead, he'd spent the entire night in his study, staring at streams of data on his computer.

He had expected Hendrix to make a move. After all, how could he possibly do nothing now that he was back?

And yet, there was nothing. Or was it that Dylan couldn't see it yet?

No. That wasn't right. A sudden thought struck Dylan Hendrix had told everyone that he had been on a vacation.

And earlier today, Dylan had seen for himself that aside from the injury on Hendrix's arm, there wasn't a single mark on him. Which meant Hendrix had been conscious this entire time. But if he had been conscious, why had he taken no precautions against Dylan's moves?

Unless this was all a trap. A hole was dug in advance, just waiting for Dylan to step right in.

A cold sweat broke across his back at the thought of that. He immediately began tearing through the files, cross-referencing data with frenzied urgency.

By the time daylight crept in, he finally found something. It was just as he thought.

papers aside and laughed. Of course,

months, everything had gone unnervingly smoothly for him-so much so it was as if

he had thought it was just luck and that fate had finally tipped the scales in his favor.

domestic stock market was truly brilliant. So, what came next? A short-selling trap to

money wasn't Dylan's. So even if the funds were locked up, that was the

middleman and executor, Dylan wouldn't escape liability, either.

immediately made a call, instructing someone to book him a flight ticket to Novaterra. The departure date, of course, couldn't be too soon.

next

he grabbed his suit jacket and stood up. He had originally planned to

now, he didn't have much cash on hand. Thus, he'd have to liquidate all his shares discreetly.

mind, then his phone rang

at the screen

"Yes?"

Pritchett, we found

sleepless night and mental overload,